Shit always happened when I had a bad feeling.
Call it an assassin’s instinct. Glancing around the room, I noticed a few men entering the room…men who did not look like they belonged here. I thought back to when Wyatt had left, I noticed other men entering. They slowly walked to all the corners of the room.
“Fatimah…I need you to do something for me,” I whispered.
“You know I’d do anything.”
“Pour your drink on my dress and loudly say you’re sorry.”
“What?”
“Do it now!” I hissed.
She grabbed her champagne and poured it on to my dress. “Oh my God! I’m so sorry!”
“It’s fine!” I said loudly, wiping the drink off my dress.
Ethan paused, staring at me.
I lifted my hand and moved to exit the room as quickly as I possibly could. When I walked, I made sure to see what their eyes were focusing on. Sure enough, they glanced at each other as I walked by. I could smell it clearly now—Melody Callahan.
How would she get rid of me?
Create chaos and in that chaos, put a bullet in my skull.
How did she create that chaos?
Have men shoot up the place, not harm anyone but cause fear, cause people to run. She was either somewhere inside or outside, waiting for that shot.
“Did she just pour her drink on you on—” Dino asked.
“Code gray,” I whispered to him as I headed straight for the bathroom.
Entering, I pushed every door to the stalls open, checking the ceiling above me as well before moving to the sink, trying to breathe.
They had been silent for almost a year, too busy fighting for their lives. Now, all of a sudden, they had time to come after me? This was too fast. Again, the piece didn’t fit unless I thought back to my grandfather and why he wanted to speak to me.
Mala tempora currunt.
“They couldn’t have done it so quickly,” I whispered, looking at myself in the mirror. But then again, we were talking about Liam and Melody Callahan.
My fingers tapped on the surface of the sink as I took a deep breath, trying to connect the dots. Finally, quickly I dialed.
“You left in a hurry over a little champagne on your dress.” He answered.
“Mala tempora currunt. What happened?” I asked directly.
“We will talk after the ball—” His said in a hushed tone.
“We do not have time after the ball. I mean, I think Liam and Melody plan to kill me tonight. Something they shouldn’t be able to do because you are supposed to be sending people after them. What happened, Grandfather?”
“I’ll come to—”
“What happened?”
“It’s only the four of you left.”
I took the phone away from my ear. Twisting my neck as I could not believe that. “You are telling me, out of the whole business, two people, in their fucking fifties, killed dozens of our people in a year?”