Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
“Thank you Gabriel.”
“You’re welcome Nadia, finish your breakfast I have to go.” I kissed her hair and left.
In the car on the way I made a call to my head of security. I had chosen some of the best guys from my old bike crew in Brooklyn. Sam was retired military and he’d handpicked the rest of the men who made up security. I’d ordered someone to follow her starting today. She was given the new codes so she was no longer a prisoner but I wasn’t leaving her unprotected while this person whoever it was was still out there. I expected a report on my desk when I got in this morning. What I would do with the information uncovered if any I don’t know for sure. There were no threats made, no laws were broken. But it was a personal affront to me, and my marriage and I couldn’t just let that shit slide.
Sam was already there when I made it to downtown Manhattan, punctual as usual. The gruff older man in his late fifties was one of my favorite people in the world. Back when I first joined the crew he’d been the one to take me under his wing so to speak. I guess he’d seen that for all my street smarts I hadn’t the first clue about biking. He’d also been the one to keep me away from the seedier side of the lifestyle. As a businessman it wouldn’t have been wise to get involved in certain things that had gone on behind closed doors. Though some had thought to use my contacts and my standing to farther their nefarious deeds. When Sam had got wind of something in the works where I was supposed to be used as a patsy of sorts for some drug deal he’d dropped a word in my ear. That was the first time my new brothers had been introduced to the Stryker from the Bronx instead of the Wall Street mogul. Sam and I had formed a sort of bond from that time. It was us two who’d cleaned up the little club and made it into what it is today. There were no drug deals, no trafficking in anything. Just a cool place where likeminded people got together and rode their bikes on the weekends. Took out of town trips to join up with other likeminded people. Ran charities for inner city kids, built housing and shit for the less fortunate right here in our own backyard instead of on foreign soil. Of course we’d moved headquarters and were now even bigger than our old chapter. We were affectionately called the gentlemen bikers by our peers, the papers had gotten wind of that too and ran with it. That had been five years ago and we hadn’t looked back since. When it came time to set up a personal security team, something I never thought I’d need, Sam had been my first choice. I haven’t regretted the decision once.
“Good morning Sam come on back to my office. Marsha hold all calls unless it’s my wife. Did you get some coffee or something to drink Sam?”
“Yeah I’m good.”
We went through into my inner office and closed the door.
“So tell me.”
“We didn’t get anything, if these two were behind the calls they didn’t use their phones and the check on your wife’s phone turned up nothing. My guess is that whoever this is might be using one of those throw away phones. On another note if these two are in a relationship it doesn’t look like it’s going too well for them.” He threw a manila envelope down on my desk. No matter how much we’ve grown in technology Sam still prefers his old Nikon. I opened the envelope to see shots of Sabrina and Jonas over the weekend. In all the pictures they looked to be in deep conversation but there was no closeness between them. In fact she looked pissed most of the time and he looked disinterested. I was convinced even more that they were the ones behind the whole sordid mess. What other reason could two people who obviously disliked each other have for meeting like this.
“Who do you have on my wife?”
“Drake, he’s good, if these two try anything they won’t get near here.”
“That’s good, thanks.”
“You want us to stay on them?”
I had to give it some thought. So far it had just been phone calls and nothing threatening had happened. We were stronger now than we ever were and I didn’t see the danger.
“No as long as my wife is safe I don’t need to have eyes on these two.”
“Okay then I guess I’ll get back on that other thing.”
“You do that, I’ll talk to you later.”
I spent the morning in business meetings until it was time to meet Nadia. I heard her voice in the anteroom with Marsha exchanging hellos before she came in. She looked lovely in a Chanel suit in winter white. Diamonds at her ears wrist and throat made her look elegantly sophisticated and like exactly what she was. The wife of a very wealthy man.