“He’s talking to her. Hopefully she gets what she needs from that to move on,” I reason.
She snorts loudly. Adam glances at me curiously.
I hesitate. “Lily’s pregnant.”
“Fuck,” he mutters, shaking his head. “Is it Julian’s?” I nod. “I can’t believe it,” he says.
His phone interrupts him. He digs it out of his pocket and frowns.
“It’s Julian.”
“Wow. That was fast,” I mumble.
“Which is either good, or really fucking bad,” Darcy concludes.Chapter EighteenAdam“You, uh, might wanna see this,” Julian says when I answer the phone.
I frown, barely able to hear him over the noise in the background.
“Where are you?”
“Alberto’s suite.” He says with a laugh. “Hurry up, or you’ll miss it.”
“Why are you in Alberto’s suite?” I ask, confused. It’s nearly three in the morning, but it sounds like the party of the decade is going on there. “I thought you were talking to Lily?”
“I was, but then Lola called m—” He sighs. “It’s a long story. Just get up here, or you’re going to miss it.”
I stare at my phone, no idea what’s going on. Katie and Darcy both look at me expectantly. Darcy raises her eyebrows.
“Well?”
“What’s going on?” Katie adds.
I shake my head. “I don’t know … Julian is up in Alberto’s suite.”
“Where’s Lily?” Katie asks.
“I don’t know. Maybe in his room still?” I suggest.
She frowns, like she’s annoyed at me for not knowing more than I do.
“I better check on her.”
“I’ll go up and see what’s going on with Julian,” I say.
I wait until Katie and Darcy confirm that Lily is still in Julian’s room, before I go up to Alberto’s penthouse. I hear sirens blaring in the distance, but I don’t get the connection until the elevator doors open. I step out, taking in the scene in front of me. I’m confused as all hell.
“What the fuck …” I whisper to myself.
Shit is happening everywhere. I don’t even know where to look first. Louis is sprawled out, naked, on a bus. A hefty woman, who is also naked, straddles him, screaming in what I’m pretty sure is Russian. Right in the middle of it is Alberto, screaming obscene words at Louis, while repeatedly hitting him over the head. Police swarm around them, notebooks poised, asking questions. Alberto turns around and glares at the officer who is attempting to cuff him, then he turns back to Louis.
“How could you be so stupid?” Alberto rants, smacking Louis across the head.
Julian spots me and waves me over. I walk over there, no idea what’s going on, but it’s big. I sidestep closer to Julian and shake my head. His eyes shine as he laughs.
“What the fuck is happening?” I mutter.
“God, man, where do I even start?” He chuckles.
“Uh, the beginning?” I suggest with a smile.
He nods. “Right. So, Alberto and Louis are in some pretty deep shit. They’ll both be going to jail for a long time. The best part?” He grins at me. “Louis is the one who put them there.”
“Do I dare ask how?” I smirk.
“The woman on top of Louis? She’s a Madame who’s been working with Alberto and Louis, helping them bring in illegal women, who in turn work off their debt,” he explains.
“Holy shit,” I mutter.
What I’ve been trying to do for three years, Louis does in one evening?
“Okay, and why is she on top of him?” I shake my head. “Actually, I’m not even sure I want that answered.”
He grins. “Because his dick is glued inside her.”
“Yep.” I squeeze my eyes closed and cringe. “Definitely didn’t need to hear that.”
“When the paramedics arrived, they asked her for her insurance, she freaked out and confessed everything.” He smiles, looking happier than I’ve seen in a long time. “Apparently, she’s got enough evidence against both of them to put them away for a very long time.”
Fuck me.
I laugh, because there’s nothing else I can do. This is too crazy to actually be happening. I barely slept at all last night. I was so worked up, trying to figure out a way to bring Alberto down and I came up with nothing. But somehow, his own son has managed do it for me.
“So, the glue. Was that you?” I grin.
He makes a face. “God, no. Even if I knew what they were up to, I’d never have had the balls or stomach to pull that off.”
“Then who?”
“That would be me.”
I turn around. Marco smirks at me. Marco? Wow. The shocks keep coming.
“You switched it?” I say, my lips twitching. He nods.
“When Louis bragged to me that he was tapping his father’s mistress—”
“She’s Alberto’s mistress?” I cut in with a laugh. “God, this keeps getting better. Or worse. I’m not sure which.”
He grins. “Anyway, when he told me what he was doing, all I had to do was switch out his supplies with some glue and hope that the threat of deportation would make her confess everything.”