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“Ty? What is it? What’s wrong?” I walked to his side and tried to catch a glimpse of the words over his shoulder.
He pulled the letter to his chest and gave me a defeated look, his eyes burning with anger. “No matter what, I’ll keep you safe. Please remember that.”
Fuck. That didn’t bode well.
I took the letter from him and scanned the scribbled handwritten words. All the blood drained from my face when I read the words: What was designed by fate can never die.
My blood ran cold. Those were the words Castro had uttered in the hospital just before he passed out. Dominic had told me how the doctors tried to save him, but he’d lost too much blood. One of his arteries had been punctured and there was nothing they could do.
But just before he succumbed to death, he’d whispered those same words.
My whole body shook as I grabbed Ty’s arm. “Did you actually see Castro’s dead body?”
He shook his head. “My father saw it, and the coroner reported him dead. There’s no way. This can’t be from him.” Like he wasn’t completely certain, he added, “Dead men don’t send letters.”
I snatched the envelope from Ty and reached inside, pulling out another sheet of paper. My stomach clenched as I stared at the coroner’s report along with a receipt for a transaction. Someone had written a small note at the bottom of the receipt.
It’s amazing the things money can buy nowadays.
Ty took the papers from my hands as I covered my mouth to keep from screaming.
No. It couldn’t be.
Ty was on the phone immediately, barking orders. “Bring the coroner to me. Now!”
It was useless. Ten minutes later, Ty got the call saying that his men had found the coroner’s house empty, completely cleaned out except for a simple note that read: I’m sorry.
My knees gave out, and I slumped onto the floor as Ty let out an angry howl.
This wasn’t over. The nightmare hadn’t ended.
Castro Neal was still alive.
