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I turned and looked at the “the bait”. She was wearing a long maxi dress that looked demure enough. The long tear-drop-shaped earrings in her ears I didn’t recognize. I frowned, hoping that Jason hadn’t given them to her.
It smarted that I was still upset over a dead man, but when that dead man’s sainthood was thrown in my face, it was hard not to be upset.
I still didn’t know what I would do if she decided to sell me out to one of my enemies, but I would wait and see. I didn’t think she was the mole, but you never could be too sure in this life.
The evening wore on and nothing eventful was happening. Dinner was over and my guests were out wandering the rooftop garden or enjoying a drink by the fire. I was trying to avoid a rather chatty senator who wanted more money because he was facing a very nasty divorce, but I didn’t care about his problems.
My own wife or someone inside my household seemed to be trying to get me killed. I just didn’t have evidence yet.
But if they made a move tonight, I would know. Ivan and Joseph had eyes and ears on Mya.
I lost sight of her and said low enough that only the earpiece could hear me. “Where is she?”
“Outside in the garden.”
“Is she alone?”
“No.”
“Who is she with?”
“Jonathan.”
My jaw twitched. I guess I was paying a visit to the garden.
Jonathan was a supplier who also happened to be friends with one of the richest men in South America. He was a nice guy who wanted to play with the big boys.
Translation… he was expendable.
Why had she gone to talk to him? The rocks under my feet barely made a sound as I crossed the roof toward them. I could see her. They were sitting on a bench.
She was talking and then he placed a hand on her shoulder.
My jaw twitched and all reason exited my brain. How dare he touch her?
My hand reached for my gun before I could think. The first bullet went just shy of his shoulder. The second bullet lodged in his arm. I heard the screaming. Was it his or Mya’s? I didn’t care.
“Dario! Stop! Dario!”
That was Mya.
Jonathan hadn’t said a word. He was too stunned, trying to stop the bleeding.
I was in front of him now. I raised my gun and pressed it against his forehead.
“You have five seconds to explain what you were doing.”
“Dario!” she grabbed my arm and tried to pull me away. I shook her off.
“Five.” Jonathan looked like he was about to faint. He was as white as a sheet.
“Dario, stop! Are you crazy? What are you doing?”
“I wasn’t doing anything, Dario, I swear. It looked like she needed someone to talk to and I was just listening?—”
Listening? I saw the way he was looking at her. “Four.”
I pushed the gun harder against his forehead for good measure.