The Boss

Chapter 23

"How certain are you?" I questioned, narrowing my gaze at the two photos. They were mugshots taken when they were arrested, one man had the side of his face busted up. The blonde hair and piercing brown eyes that held no emotion as he held up his inmate number. His broad shoulders were held stiffly, as a smirk rested on his thin lips.

The other looked innocent, like a little boy with his face baby smooth. Eyes that looked like they had never seen a naked woman much less seeing a man killed. His brown hair was slightly tousled, probably from being thrown on the ground by the cops when he was arrested. His stance held fear as he held his inmate number in loose hands.

"What do I look like? A novice? In case you forgot, I happen to still know how to do my job." He snapped crossing his arms over his chest, his voice jerking me from my perusal of the photos.

"That's debatable, half the time your services aren't required. Maybe your slacking." I shrugged setting the photos back on the table.

"Now your just being a shit," he told me as he bent back to his computer.

"You missed me," I smirked at him.

"Yes, oh so much." Exclaimed dramatically. "Like fire ants on my balls," he muttered under his breath typing away at the computer keys.

"Funny," I told him. No humor evident in my voice.

"Glad you think so," he stated not looking up.

"Gives a man some ideas.." I trailed off looking at the files in front of me.

"You wouldn't dare," he yelled his gaze meeting my face. I shrugged my shoulders trying to hide the smirk as I read the folder in front of me. "Your an asshole," he whispered as his eyes glared daggers at me.

I turned to meet his gaze as his computer made a noise, watching as his fingers flew across the keyboard and his forehead wrinkled in concentration. This was the kid that I had grown accustomed to.

"What is it?" I asked setting down the file, it didn't hold anything of importance anyway.

"That girl I flagged," he grabbed another file, flipped it open and dropping it in front of me. "I knew I recognized her from somewhere but I couldn't place where I had seen her."

I stared down at the photo of a petite blonde, instantly recognizing her as one of the waitresses. She had ample breasts with a slim waist. Green eyes and slightly tan skin, she was pretty but not to my taste.

"What about her?" I asked him turning my gaze to meet his.

"Look at this," he clicked a few more keys before he turned the computer towards me. I frowned as I looked at a beautiful red head, her chest wasn't as big as the blonde but she seemed more down to earth, less artificial, more real.

"What about her?" I asked again.

"They are the same person," he stated as he clicked a couple of icons and brought up both pictures together.

I watched as he clicked one picture and moved it to lay directly on top of the other. The computer began making designs across the face and upper body, before a number popped up on the screen. 92% match.

"She had some work done but this is the same girl. The prior mafia king to all this," he motioned his hands around the room. "She was his mistress," he said pointing to the red head in the photo.

I frowned at him and was about to ask him how he knew, "I was here at that time. I knew by this girls features that she was familiar to me but for some reason I couldn't figure out why."

"Then while scanning through some photos of her the last couple of years, i came across a photo that I could have swore looked exactly like the red head only she was blonde."

He clicked a folder open and there was the blonde but she looked so similar to the red head, not like the blonde whose photo I had.

"I can't be sure but I believe we have your spies, no one could figure out how the two men," he said pointing to the photos in front of me. "Got passed the guards and into a locked room without being noticed."

"The only way they could have gotten in was if she let them in," he tapped the blondes photo. "It wouldn't take that much effort to prop the bedroom door open, go downstairs and unlock the front door."

"Why wouldn't Bellamy have caught this?" I asked him, surly they would have done backgrounds and found this out.

"Depends on who he went through to get the backgrounds done. If they didn't have access or didn't dig deep enough they wouldn't have found it."

"A lot of the lower employees are not allowed to the top floor. It's nearly impossible after what happened to the first king, they change the key codes every couple of hours. They probably just did a basic background check and found nothing of importance."

"If they had dug into the weird cover ups and actual files, we wouldn't be having this conversation because I can assure you these three would be dead." He exclaimed.

"The key card you have? It has a Sim card in it that's linked to the rooms upstairs because they trust you. The codes connected to your rooms, shift variations constantly. Without a specific key card, you cannot get in and an alarm will sound when you try."

"That's why they said it's specific to me," I whispered more to myself.

"Yes," Jason confirmed.

"They want me to protect Claire, why?" I asked narrowing my eyes at him.

"I don't know," he said his gaze never changing.

"You seem to know a lot more than that," I said.

"I seriously don't know why, I've kept tabs on them all but there is only so much I can gather without being around someone 24/7. I know the shipments are being brought in secretly."

"Bellamy and Jace are leaving one here and the other is taking off, keeping up appearances, maybe? I don't know. Whenever one takes off they sneak to the shipping docks and grabbing their cargo before heading back to the club."

"They don't trust the people in their own organization and one of these times someone will notice and if they are alone? They won't be coming back." Jason whispered.

"How do you know all this?" I demanded.

"I tapped into their cameras and hacked their phones. I know where they go, who they see and who they speak to. When you refused to leave, I refused to leave you alone." He told me and I raised my eye brows at him.

"I tapped into their security system and made sure I had eyes and ears on you the whole time. Well as much as I possibly could anyway." He muttered.

"I've been close this whole time, bought a cage and shoved Jeremy in it. Actually it's quite entertaining, I ask him if polly wants a cracker," he snickered as I rolled my eyes. "I rented an apartment 2 blocks away, in the event something happened I would have been here."

"Did you really shove him in a cage?" I asked seriously.

"Nah, would have been funny though. Wish I would have thought about it then," His eyes dancing with humor.

"I can believe you would do that," I told him. He smirked at me before his expression turned serious.

"Believe me boss man, I told you once before I'm in this for the long haul. Besides I haven't made my fortune off you yet, if you die? I might actually have to get a real job." He shuddered at the prospect.

"Your an idiot." I smirked at him not realizing til that moment that I had actually missed the little weirdo.

"Keep digging into the others on the list." I told him as I gathered the three files, I needed. "I'm going to go see Bellamy.