“Are you ready to go?”
“No. Please have a seat, Garon,” Rona said, extending her hand toward the chair across from her. She liked Garon and had been gradually positioning him to take AD’s spot since she had gotten back. “Did you eat?”
“I had what you had,” he said and sat down. “In the kitchen without all the presentation and showmanship.”
“But that’s the best part.”
“But the food tastes the same.”
“True,” Rona paused. “Now that the police and Rain are on to us, her next move, or I should say Black’s next move, will be to assassinate AD.” Garon nodded. He had a question, but he knew that he should hold it. “When that happens, one of two things will occur. Black will do nothing and wait to see what I do.”
“Or?”
“He will send Rain after us with everything he has,” she said calmly, knowing that this was always an all or nothing proposition and since she had little to lose, she was all in.
“Which do you expect?”
“The former. In that case, Rain will still come, but she’ll be there to look. Black will need a reas
on to start fighting, so Rain will try to provoke a confrontation. I need you to make it clear to who are now your people that they are not to engage Rain’s people for any reason.”
“I understand.” Garon paused. “How do you know that AD will be assassinated?”
“Because I arranged it so that everything will lead back to AD.”
Chapter Fifteen
At Rain’s request, Carla had been investigating Rona King and the businesses that she rebuilt after her father and brother were murdered.
“I need you to find everything there is to know about the bitch.”
“What’s my name?” Carla smiled.
“And when you do, start taking all the bitch’s money,” Rain demanded, and Carla went to work.
Using all of her skills and the tools at her disposal, Carla set out immediately to carryout Rain’s orders. She knew how important her skills and knowledge were to The Family. It was she that handed them Mobley and Barnes, and she was dead on finding Hawkins, but her getting information on Rona King and tying her to the attacks on The Family was now her main priority.
While she worked, Carla thought about the decision that she made years ago when she married Zavier. Saying that it was life-changing would be an understatement. She went from working a boring nine-to-five job processing data and barely using her skills, to working for a criminal organization; hacking into secure computers, as well as sophisticated and supposedly impregnable surveillance systems, commandeering satellites for her own use and coming up with elaborate ways to steal money.
And having the time of my life doing it, she thought and prepared to run a search for any property, businesses and investments in the name Rona King. What she found wasn’t unexpected, but it definitely wasn’t going to be what Rain was expecting or wanted to hear.
Rain was on her way to J.R.’s to meet with Black and Bobby when she got the call from Carla. Rain told her to meet them at the club and she was waiting there for them when they arrived.
“Tell me you found her money and the bitch got plenty of it to take,” Rain said when she walked in her office followed by Black and Bobby.
“You’re absolutely right. She has plenty of money to take.” Carla was seated in front of Rain’s desk and had set up her laptops on it. “Hey, Black; hey Bobby.”
“What up, Carla?”
“How you doing, Carla?” Black asked, sitting down on the couch and Bobby sat next to him.
“I’m doing fine,” she said as Rain sat at her desk.
“What you got for us, Carla?” Black asked.
“Yeah, show us that voodoo … that you do,” Bobby said and smiled at Carla.
“Like I said, she had plenty of money. She works for a company called Trend Source Qualtrics, as a market research analyst and she earns a high six-figure salary there. She also has money that came from her father,” Carla said and pointed to the screen. “Robert had an impressive legitimate investment portfolio when he died, and she inherited it all. With her knowledge of the markets, she’s invested her money well over the years.” Carla paused. “On paper, Rona King’s net worth is just over twelve million dollars.”