Chapter 38. The Confrontation

Lake POV

“Why the fuck aren’t we moving, OB?”

“Boss, it’s traffic at this hour.”

I could see that and knew it, but why did I have to ask the obvious? Now Owen and Homer were making fun of me.

“Have a little patience, sir. We’re almost there,” Homer said from the passenger seat.

“We can avail a chopper if you’ll be in a hurry next time, boss.”

I glared at Owen before I looked outside the window. The anticipation of seeing Maverick was killing me. I wanted to see her the Bazz, but Owen said she had changed her schedule, and Rocco didn’t want to give it to him without her permission.

After thirty minutes, we finally arrived at my penthouse. It was quiet; only the lights in the living room were open. I noticed two racks of clothes and two boxes in the corner.

“Boss, let us know if you need something. We’ll be at the quarter.”

“Thank you.” I nodded at Homer.

Once the door was closed, I checked the living room fo