Chapter 605 Trap (2)
Aiden scratched his head. "Man, I can't believe this went down. Who's this rich chick?"
Frank, already tipsy and with Aiden's twenty grand in his pocket, spilled the beans. "It's Alice, Cullen family's princess. She's Adrian's fiancée now. You know Adrian, right? The big shot heir to the Howard Group."
Aiden's jaw dropped. "Whoa, this is heavy. Where you crashing now? You safe?"
Frank, slurring, said, "Been laying low at Blue Bar these past few days."
Aiden nodded. "Alright, hang tight at Blue Bar. I'll dig up some dirt. I'll hit you up later."
By 10 PM, Frank was totally wasted.
In the car, Aiden glanced at the passed-out Frank in the backseat and pulled out his phone. "Mr. Santoro, I got Frank with me. He's been hiding at Blue Bar. Should I drop him back or take him to Carlos?"
"Dump him back at Blue Bar for now. Carlos hasn't delivered on his promise yet. Keep tabs on Frank around Blue Bar. Don't let him slip away. Keep him there until Carlos hands over the deed, then send Frank's location to him." Frankie never did losing deals.
"Got it," Aiden said, "Frank said Yancy got stabbed, and it was Alice's doing."
Frankie snapped, "No way. Carlos wouldn't be that reckless, and he doesn't even know Frank's at Blue Bar. How could he pull something like that? You said Yancy got stabbed. Is he hurt bad?"
Aiden shrugged, "No clue. Heard there was a ruckus at Blue Bar around midnight, and in the chaos, Yancy got shanked."
Frankie sighed, "This is a mess. Frank thinks it was Carlos and Alice. If Yancy thinks the same, things will get ugly. Find out who did it, nab them, and hand them over to Yancy. We can't afford to piss off Yancy, either."
"Why?" Aiden was puzzled.
Aiden was one of Frankie's guys, running a store in another city. He'd only heard of Yancy but didn't know much about him, thinking he was just some small-time bar owner.
But Yancy seemed to make even Frankie nervous, which meant he had some serious backing.
Aiden took Frank back. Blue Bar was a mess, with employees cleaning up, and no one gave a damn about Frank. Aiden dragged Frank up to the third floor and knocked on a door. Ava, fresh out of the shower and in a bathrobe, answered.
Ava eyed the drunk Frank, then Aiden, her gaze landing on the Rolex on Aiden's wrist, worth at least twenty grand. Her eyes sparkled.
"You must be Aiden." Ava's voice turned sultry as she stepped aside to let Aiden in. While helping Frank, her fingers lightly brushed Aiden's arm.
Aiden got the hint. He helped Frank to the bed in the bedroom, then looked at Ava. Fresh out of the shower, her neck glistened with some tempting dew.
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