Saving The Capo's Heir

Eleven

Mason

I sat next to Javier as he typed on his computer, trying to find the best way possible to hide the tracker on her jewelry. I, on the other hand, have completely neglected my father’s company. I opened outlook on my cellphone and began typing an email to Stephanie, wanting to know what had been going on with the emails and if I had had any ‘special’ requests. She is aware that when ‘special’ requests come along, they are strictly for me to handle.

“Okay, I got it.” Javier announced just as I clicked on sent on the email. I turned to look over at him.

“What’s that?” I asked as I looked at the images that I am going to assume a trusted vendor sent him.

“These are two types of trackers. One is a miniature sticker tracker. That one, you can place it wherever you wish. The other one is a ring that carries the GPS embedded in it. It is most likely that they will go for the ring first, so make sure that you stick that one on her somewhere they won’t think to look for.” Javier explained. I don’t have a good feeling about this, but if I try to hold her back, God knows how she will act. She has come so far in the last couple of days that I am afraid that she will have a meltdown.

“How many people are you going to have ready if anything goes down?” I asked as I housed my cell phone in my pocket.

He swiveled his chair to face me. “I am going to have thirty men over at this location.” He pulled out the map we looked at earlier and pointed at an empty location, maybe thirty feet away from the building. “The rest of the men are going to stay here to watch over the estate and your mother-in-law.”

“Perfect.” I replied and stood from the chair, grabbing the tray of food we finished. “I will be back.” I turned around and walked back to the kitchen.

Esmé

I ran up the stairs two at a time, pushing the door open to my bedroom and running straight to the closet. This is the closest we have been since I woke up to getting Aaliyah. I am so excited I can practically smell her tiny feet. I am rummaging through my jewelry when I feel the eyes of someone. The hairs on the back of my neck stand. In a matter of seconds, I turned around, pulled the Glock from my waistband, and raised it up. I took slow steps toward the closet door and pulled the gun out first, then my head. I walked out of the closet to find the room empty and the door open just like I had left it. Maybe I am becoming a bit paranoid? I housed my Glock back in the holster and walked back into the closet.

I grabbed my engagement ring and a Cartier bracelet and left the closet, making sure to lock and close the safe. I walked back to Javier’s office and pulled the door open. He was crouched down, inspecting what looked like a sticker and a ring.

“Why did you guys b***h on about me grabbing jewelry for this if you had one all along?” I asked him, folding my arms across my chest.

Javier jumped up, making me giggle for the first time, I don’t even remember how long. “You scared the shīt out of me capo.” He gasped, holding his chest.

“Don’t be so melodramatic. What are you hiding there?” I motioned to the desk with my chin. If you are not Hispanic, know this. We point with our lips and chin at almost everything.

He grabbed the ring and held it up, “This is a ring, obviously. It has a tracker already embedded, so we can either switch it with your wedding band or place it on another finger. This is a sticker.” He held up a small clear sticker where you could clearly see the tracker embedded.

“Where is that supposed to go?” I asked him, pointing at the sticker.

“That is for you and Mason to argue about. I want no part in that.” He shook his head and placed the sticker and the ring on the desk. “He said to leave you here and that he will be back.” He turned around and left me there.