Paint Me Red

29. My Wife

Ignazio POV:

"What the fuck is going on?!" Braylon roared as soon as he entered the house with his guards behind him.

I pointed my gun straight at his head, "Take a step forward and I'll fucking pull the trigger."

"What the fuck are you on about?! Where is she?" He shouted.

"Don't talk to me in that tone, fuckin' asshole."

He scowled deeply before he replied, "You fuckin' think you got any right to shout at me like that? I'll fuckin' annul the treaty right now and right here by killing you."

"Are you fuckin' threatening me?" I asked in a menacingly low voice.

"The fuck are you gon' do about it?" he retorted.

"Just like you attempted murder on your best fuckin' friend?" I asked instead and ignored his previous question.

He went quiet and he seemed to be in shock but quickly covered it up with a mask of indifference. He raised his hand in the air and asked his guards to wait outside.

They hesitated but after another command from their leader, they listened and went out.

"You think I did this?" He asked in a calm voice.

"I have evidence that isn't in your favor." I said and lowered my gun.

He scoffed and started to laugh like a maniac. Damien and I shared a look while dad pulled his gun out of his waistband.

"So you're saying that you have evidence that proves I was the one who hit her when your right-hand man informed me of her accident eight hours ago?" He asked incredulously after he sobered up.

"That's exactly what we are saying. For all I fuckin' know, you could be playing dumb to get us to trust you." Damien spoke up this time.

His sharp gaze averted to him and he gritted his teeth before he said, "If I had wanted to murder my best friend, I would have done it a long time ago. When you weren't even in the picture, to begin with so nobody could have stopped me. If she were to listen that you had dared to blame me for what's happened to her, she'll fuckin' gut you without caring about her feelings for you."

The last part of the sentence was directed to me.

"The car that was used for the attempted murder was yours." Damien informed him.

"What?" he asked with a frown.

"Bentley Mulsanne 2010 model. The payment of the car was transferred from your official account." I told him.

A confused look crossed his features before it was morphed into realization, "Are you guys fuckin' crazy?! I bought that car the year it came out and it's been eleven fuckin' years. It's parked in my garage for the past four years and never once have I used it ever since." He said and ran a hand through his hair.

"It's the same car. We have footage." I probed.

"Show me the footage and let me just call up the garage owner and ask him about it." He uttered quietly and took his phone out.

"Put it on speaker." Dad admonished.

He scoffed, "You're gonna fuckin' regret this."

"Do as we say." I warned.

"I am doing this for her, not for any of you. You can go to hell for all I care." He countered and tapped on his phone a few times before we heard the bell ringing.

After a few moments, a man picked up, and his gruff voice was heard from the other end, "Boss."

"Alvaro, I've called to inquire about one of my cars that have been in your garage for a while now." Braylon cut straight to the chase.