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“None. It went off clean. No one saw anything, and there’s nothing to trace it back to us.”
“Perfect,” I say, grim satisfaction settling in. “Keep it that way. Remember, not a word to anyone. Especially to Philip.”
“Understood.”
I set the phone down and stare at the ceiling for a moment. It’s fucking done. The move has been made.
Dion Loukas is no longer a problem.
24
DION
I’m halfway through my morning run when my phone buzzes in my pocket, interrupting the steady rhythm of my breathing. I slow to a jog, pulling it out. It’s a video call from Evander and Xander. Strange. I swipe to answer and come to a stop, my pulse still racing from the exertion.
“Thank fucking God,” Evander’s face fills the screen, looking unusually alarmed. “Are you okay?”
I wipe the sweat from my forehead, feeling a prickle of anxiety. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”
“There was an explosion at one of our warehouses,” Xander says, his voice tense. “Leon called us. Said it was pretty bad.”
My heart drops. “What? Which warehouse?”
“The one at the Port.”
I’m already turning on my heels, sprinting back home. “I’m heading there now.”
“We’re on our way too.”
I end the call, adrenaline pumping through my veins, pushing me to run faster. The distance back to my house blurs and before I know it, I’ve grabbed my keys and I’m in my car, speeding toward the warehouse. The drive feels interminable, even though I’m well over the speed limit.
When I arrive, it’s as if a fist is squeezing my chest when I see the smoldering remains of my Ducati. It’s been blown to pieces. The smell of burnt rubber and metal fills the air. I’m momentarily frozen, staring at the scorched ground.
Then, I notice something even worse—a body being pulled from the wreckage. Was someone targeting me?
“Dion!” Leon rushes over.
I snap out of my stupor. “What happened? Who is it?” I mumble.
“Luca.” Fuck. The kid was only nineteen.
I march toward the warehouse. “Did anyone see anything? Anyone suspicious?”
He shakes his head. “Not yet. We’re still trying to get everyone accounted for.” Leon looks around, lowering his voice. “We’re not sure, but it could be a rival clan…though it seemed more personal. Your bike, specifically.”
I clench my fists, trying to keep my cool and storm inside, finding everyone already gathered in a huddle. “Alright, listen up,” I bark. “Did anyone see anything or anyone out of the ordinary before the explosion?”
Silence. Nervous glances exchanged. I grit my teeth. “Speak the fuck up!”
A timid voice finally pipes up, “I saw a man last night. He was hanging around the parking lot, but I didn’t think much of it. He had a cap pulled low over his face.”
I’m about to press for more details when Xander and Evander burst in.
“We need to check the cameras,” Xander says, not wasting a second as he heads to the office.
We rush to the security room. Xander rewinds the footage from last night, eyes glued to the screen.
Then we see him: a shadowy figure slipping onto the property, moving with deliberate purpose. He approaches my bike, fiddles around with it, and a few minutes later, he’s gone. Shortly after, Luca, unaware of the danger, lights up a cigarette and leans against the bike. Moments later, the explosion rocks the camera.
