In Love With the Mob

Chapter Twenty-Two Bash

  Fifteen days. Fifteen fucking days it has been since my father has stolen my wife, and I have failed to get him back. And it isn't from lack of trying. I can't tell you how many times I went to that house. I knock on the door, and I get almost thrown out. By who you might ask. MY OWN FUCKING SECURITY TEAM. How the hell does my own men, turn on me and purposely keep me from my wife.

Speaking of betrayal. There is a mole in my camp, and I feel like I am pretty close to sniffing them out. I've kept my closest five with me at all times. Kristoff of course; next to Evan he is my number one. The Stevens and Charlie; my head of security. Charlie's father was the head of security for Father Criss, so we pretty much brought Charlie on with us when he was old enough. He works hard and is more than loyal. He's also a fresh set of eyes as the guys and I are going over our roster of employees.

Stephan has created a power point of everyone that works for or around me, and who would most likely be the easiest to sway. I give a brief summary to the guys on each picture, the other guys throw out random bits of information if they find it useful. Whether it be if they have noticed something that was off, or if they have take is calls that are sus or even disappear for any length of time that can be questionable. Any and everything that can help us weed them out.

"We need to find a cheese for the rat, that's how you bring someone out of ther hiding." Steven decided to pitch in for the first fucking time since we have been sitting here. And we've been doing this for almost an hour.

I can't help but shake my head. "What kind of dumb shit are you talking now?" He sits up from his slouching position and literally pulls a banana out of thin fucking air.

"I meaaaaaaaaaan...We need something enticing that would force the mole to show themselves. Any piece of information that could be seen as helpful to someone like Twist. Something about you, or the business, or something that can be seen as a weakness. Why else would he take a chance on putting someone on the inside? I mean to be honest it explains how he knew we were doing a hit on this house in Seattle."

For the first time in a very long time, I don't want to punch Steven in the throat. What he said actually made so much sense; and honestly I'm ashamed I didn't see it before. Why else would Twist not be at that house that day? We did weeks of intel, studied his every fucking move. He should have been there, unless he was tipped off. Steven is looking at me expectantly, his chest puffed with pride.

"Ok, dipshit, that's not a bad idea. How do you suppose we pull that off."

He stands up and starts pacing around the room, puffing on the banana like it's a cigar. "Elementary my dear Watson. We have a party." I change my mind, I still want to punch him.

"Seriously, a party Steven? How does that even help?"

"We get everyone out on the beach and have a huge party the night before we leave Cabo. Everyone will be living it up, drinking and getting loose. Everyone but us, of course. We get everybody drunk, drop some information, maybe even do some questioning of some people. Just to see what we can find out and drop some information while we are at it."

Stephan sits up, and starts typing furiously on his laptop. The overhead screen quickly flips from screen to screen, to something that looks like sms settings. "I can hack all the phones keeping on eye on the key words the we drop from our fake intel. Who ever is texting or calling the key words will have their entire conversation whether it be sms or even over the phone. This is actually a really good idea, good job little bro." Stephan reaches over and ruffles his hair.

I do have to admit, it's a solid plan and honestly all we have right now. We need to do whatever we can to find the mole, find Twist and finally put an end to all of this. "Alright, lets put it into action. We have a party to plan." The guys start whooping and hollering, as we all disperse from the room we have made our war room . You would think they were deprived or something. I stand from the table and make my way into the hallway, pulling out my cellphone for the millionth time today; still nothing from Evan. I hope he's ok. I know how hard Father Criss's training can be. Especially the SPA.