Irish Promises

Chapter Sixteen

Hugh

Five fucking shipments all full to the brim with enough product to supply the whole of Birmingham and London.

All with its own security details and differing transport routes yet every single one was intercepted.

"What the fuck are we going to do?" Blake hisses from the passenger seat.

The short answer is that right now I have fucking idea but that's not the response I give.

"Well sort it, like I said we've got 3 or 4 weeks until everything dries up" I keep my voice steady my expression blank as I continue to drive.

"When you say sort it what do you mean exactly because we'll never arrange a replacement by then" he grunts and he's right we won't.

"I know we won't" I say agreeing with him "we'll find what we lost" I then say glancing at him quickly.

When we pull up outside one of our warehouses Cian and Finn are already there waiting for us.

"No one's heard a word from him" Cian informs me as me and Blake walk over to them.

The first thing I'd done as soon as the news hit me this morning was to send them on the hunt to see if Ashley had made any contact with anyone.

My initial assumption had been that Petrov had disposed of him, it was Anastasia's assumption as well but now I feel he'd of been considered more useful to keep around.

Now with what's happened i know for definite he's either still alive. He's the only one that would know all the details other than me and my brothers.

"And you're sure Micky hasn't spoken to him?" I ask.

Although we're close with our uncle I can't imagine he'll turn on his own son despite his betrayal.

"He's more worried than anything, I don't think he's heard from him" Finn says with a sigh.

"You really think he's behind this?" Cian then asks and I shake my head.

"He's not smart enough to pull this together, he fed the information to whoever did" I sigh "And if he was last seen with Petrov then it's obvious who was behind this" I then say and they all seem to be in agreement with me.

The rest of the day is a blur of meetings after meetings. Most of which centre around getting everything legitimately set up here and tend to be the most mind numbing meetings I've ever sat through.

As I sit at my desk my phone vibrates with a message from Anastasia saying she's going to be running late. I go to text her back to tell her it's fine but I'm interrupted by Lydia knocking at my door.

"Your last meetings here" she says chipperly.

"I said nothing after 5" I snap at her fast having lost my patience with her following the shit she pulled yesterday with Rachael.

"I had to reschedule half your meetings from this morning this was the only time they could do" she says as if I'm the one that's put her out.

"Fine send them in" I grumble and put my phone onto my draw, hoping to get this over and done with as quickly as possible.

By the time my meetings finished I see that Anastasia has also tried to call, I attempt to call her back to tell it's fine because I'm running behind too but her phones off. By the time 7pm rolls round I check with the twins to see if she's home or contacted them. When the answer is no to both I decide to head to her office, worried about where she could be and if she's okay.