My Bestie's Dad Likes Me Wet-Chapter 84 ASSIGNMENT

GRANT POV

I can’t sleep. Not that I’ve ever been able to shut my eyes without pills, but this hits different.

This is not the usual sleeplessness.

My girlfriend has been missing for over a week and I’m just catching up a few days ago. I’ve spent the better duration of my time hating on her and rehashing buried traumas only to discover I’ve fooled myself.

I’ve been so engrossed in myself and how I feel. I let the hatred I had for Luca fuel a distrust I didn’t know I had for Nova. I’ve been a fool and there is no one to blame this time.

The art I had commissioned for Nova got delivered yesterday. I’d ordered it after we made up on my yacht, but it arrived at the wrongest of all times.

The way her innocent but curious eyes looked up from the canvas, I felt a pang of pain I didn’t realize I could afford to feel with how weak and drunk I was.

I threw the empty cheap vodka bottle I just emptied at the wall. It crashed down with a satisfying crunch, joining the pile of broken glass growing in the other corner of my office; my temporary room since Nova went missing.

I uncorked another cheap vodka.

Ivin had been banging on the door for the past five minutes, but it’s all a blur to me. I already told them if they don’t have a lead on Nova or Luca’s funky ass, no one should talk to me.

But Ivin had happened to stumble upon me drinking whiskey straight from the bottle while empties lay scattered beside me. He’d seized all the drinks, locked the cabinet, and went away with my key.

I had to resort to ordering cheap vodkas online, hoping one would be strong enough to knock me out. But all I could see was Nova’s face twisted in pain.

One thing was sure, whoever the fucker playing villain is, when I get ahold of them, their blood is going to run dry. I will show them the most unhinged version of myself and they’ll regret touching what was mine.

My phone beeped.

It was my mole in The Ratel—Luca’s gang. Apparently Luca just got back from a trip he’s been on for weeks.

If Luca hasn’t been around, then there’s someone else working with him to ruin me. That’s the only reasonable conclusion.

But at least, Luca is back.

That was the only thought echoing in my head as I got up from the same chair I’d been sitting in for days. I struggled to find my balance for some seconds and I almost fell head-first into my pile of broken bottles before I reached the door.

Then I realized the door was locked and I had to force my dizziness to still just so I could go downstairs without drama.

After rinsing my face with water and making my way toward Ivin and the rest of my men, the entourage and my own crew were parked in front of Luca’s estate.

We didn’t have to make an announcement. The fleet of black cars in front of his gate was enough, and my mole already assured me that he’s at home.

The gate opened barely seconds later with Luca at the wheel of his own sports car.

Was the fool trying to escape me?

Did someone tip him off about the fact that he’s about to die this very day?

"You’re at the wrong house. Fuck off, losers!" His right-hand man booed from the doorway. I motioned to Ivin to speak for me. I can’t afford to make an embarrassment of myself in front of Luca.

No, I would rather go through a right-hand man like he did.

"Oh, if it isn’t the big bad Calloway’s dog,"

Luca’s man continued to tease my man. If I wasn’t so dizzy on my feet, I would have put a bullet through his damn empty head.

"My boss wants to have a word with Vitellio," Ivin said in his emotionless tone, stepping outside the car.

"Tell your boss fuck him. Vitellio doesn’t mix with snitches."

He said it too happily, relishing the word. The word snitch kind of got me off guard. I’ve never snitched on anyone, much less Luca. I would rather unalive a nigga with my own hands than be a basic ass bitch snitching.

"If your boss doesn’t agree to this peaceful meeting, we have snipers ready to make all this—"

Ivin pointed at the house and Luca’s side of the territory. "All of this would go down in flames."

Empty threat, but Vitellio doesn’t have to know.

"We would love to see you try," the man gloated like they could see through Ivin’s baseless threats.

I knew if left alone we’d go around in this lazy loop of creative insults. I took the sunglasses Ivin had the foresight to bring to the front seat. At least that would hide whatever dark circles indicated my affliction.

I opened the door and took my damn time getting stable before I slowly set my feet outside the car. To any bystander or onlooker it would look like a proud man intentionally delaying his reveal but well, I exist as a bad man as well.

"Luca Vitellio," I managed in a voice that was gruff from not speaking for days. "Let’s settle this amicably." I added the words before gently easing against the side of my car, careful not to show any weakness in front of my enemy.

Luca took his slow ass time before he opened his own door and stepped out as well.

"Why should I listen to you speak lies?" He paused briefly, eyeing me with unbidden disgust. "When your men just launched an attack on my fiancée?"

My men?

"You must be mistaken," I tried explaining. "I’ve not issued such an order and I have no issue against your wife-to-be. You need to find out who did, but is that why you took Nova?"

He looked taken aback. If I haven’t known and watched him for years, I might have believed he’s faking it, but Luca is rarely taken aback. He is always like a snake poised to attack.

"Nova? The college student Nova? What the hell is my business with her? I closed that damn page already." He clarified and I saw his right-hand man from the side of my eyes nod briefly.

"She has been missing for weeks, but all hands point to you." I let my emotional turmoil bleed into my words. Maybe it will help my case.

"Well, if all hands point to me, then all the same hands point to you for my fiancée being attacked twice this past week. And each time, your men have been sighted with the crew." He challenged back.

The world tilted. I knew there would definitely be moles, but hearing Luca confirm that one of my men might be a snitch did something painful to me.

"My men?" I asked again.

"Yes. I have pictures and everything here. So, Calloway, why have you snitched on me, had my goods seized, tried kidnapping my fiancée, and set my warehouses on fire while torturing my innocent cousin?"

Fuck.

"Vitellio, man to man. The only thing I ever did in all you listed was the last one." I admitted it unwillingly.

"No, you don’t get to say that. You are a bloody snitch and not even a man. Even Bianca knows that."

Bloody Bianca.

Bloody bitch.

Bloody whoever it was pulling these evil strings.