If Looks Could Kill

Chapter Thirty Four

Belaina

The office door taunts me the closer I get to it. Knowing they're in there and knowing shit is ultimately about to hit the fan, I'm hesitant. But now is not the time to be a little bitch about it. I took a long minute to look myself over in the mirror before I left my room.

Matteo asked me to leave my hair down for whatever reason. That alone will get a reaction out of my father. Him caring about professional image and all that. I couldn't fully commit to letting all my locks run free. So I compromised and settled for a half-up-half-down look. You know, just in case I need to throw some hands in there.

With one last breath I twist the handle and push open the large oak. Only to be met with an empty room. Where the hell are they? Matteo only ever holds meetings in this office, did I miss the memo?

Coming to the conclusion that they're running late I take a seat at Matteo's desk and fire up the laptop left there. I've been in here countless of times since I moved in. So I know me being here alone now isn't an issue. I might as well use this time to look into the warehouse we visited. Something doesn't sit right with me, other than the fact that Dean obviously tipped them off that night.

His frontal lobe was never fully developed, in my opinion. So I know he couldn't have been the master mind behind all this. He was taking orders from someone like he has done his whole life. But who?

I need to know who owns that warehouse and possibly get into their security system if they have one. The information about ownership didn't truly seem relevant before the mission to sneak in. Matteo had said majority of the warehouses along the dock were abandoned on that side of town. Whatever...now I'm doubling back just to put myself at ease. Maybe I missed something.

After about five minutes of searching through real estate records my eyes go wide. This can't be right. Clearly listed as owner of the warehouse property is Celine Accolti.

Mama?

Who, last I checked, passed to the beyond years ago. I don't understand what is happening. Clearly my family is involved somehow, but why? Why is my mother's name on this deed?

Quickly emailing the document to myself, I close out of the browser and shut down the device. I need all the facts before going to Matteo. None of this looks good, it's giving me a sick feeling. As I round the desk towards the door, it opens and I'm met with the same face I sat on last night.

Matteo doesn't look confused to see me in here, instead he gives me a sexy smirk and a wink before walking fully into the room. Behind him are Beau, Levi, and....Elliot? What the hell is my younger brother doing here? Where is my father?

"Elliot? Where is pop?" I ask. Marco closes the door behind him as the men settle into the office. My brother stay standing while Matteo takes a seat at the edge of his desk.

"He had business to take care of. This isn't something he needs to be here for anyways" Beau answers. Levi gives me a wary look that sparks confusion into my expression, but quickly masks his emotions.

I haven't heard from or seen my father in months, which is unlike him during assignments. Especially assignments that involve high level clients like the Brazzos. What is going on here?

"Why is Elliot here then? Shouldn't he be training recruits back at HQ?"

"So many questions" my older brother tuts. "Seeing as where now down a man, our brother has needed to fill that position" Beau gives me a pointed look. Well I guess he knows his best friend is a pile of ash now fertilizing Matteo's garden outside.