Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
“I will work my way through the organizations as I focus on finding my cousin’s and your father’s murderer.” Another gulp and my glass is empty. “I trust I’ll have your support when I need your paperwork?”
“I have little left. Our family home burned to the ground only a day ago.”
I know this already, but I wanted to see his reaction to it. Far too casual. As if it’s not fazed him, he lost everything.
“That’s tragic,” I tell him, leaning back, my one ankle resting on my opposite thigh.
“It was,” he says. His eyes land on the weapon in the holster. I know my jacket has opened enough to show him I’m armed, and I’m ready to take him out if need be.
“If you don’t get me the information I request, we’ll need to remove you, whatever your family has left from our books.”
The asshole’s eyes widen as he stutters in fear of losing the bar, along with a few hundred million. Much to Matteo’s and Gio’s amusement, who know exactly what would happen if he were to fuck this up.
“No, no, there’s no need to do that. I’ve got the documents my father held at his home office on file. We backed up everything last year to our online systems. They’re all secure. Take this.” He gestures to a small USB flash drive in his hand, which could never hold what I need.
He’s a little boy playing big boys games, and there’s only one thing that happens to assholes like that. They get bled out over the edge of a pier and dumped into the depths.
“Then this meeting is done, Andrea.” I watch him for a moment, then offer a smirk. “Gio, grab the damn thing. I have better things to do than sit here. If we need anything more…” I allow my words to taper off in warning.
As soon as my little brother rises, Andrea grips the USB, meeting my glare.
“I’ll have it ready.”
Before he has time to take a fucking breath between words, I’ve stood up and pulled my custom Glock from the holster hidden by my jacket. I point it at the fucker, unlocking the safety. Ice-cold fear flits across his face and I can’t help smirking. Pinning him with a glare, I demand, “This is not a fucking game, Mr. Lombardi. I suggest you remember I can end you. I can end everything you stand for, and I won’t even think twice about doing it.” The fiery bite in my tone is nothing short of commanding, and I’m sure the little boy has pissed himself because I stalk forward, holding the gun on him, aiming the short barrel between his dark eyes.
“I’d listen to Franco. He’s crazy, and he’s definitely not afraid of spilling blood.” Matteo steps forward. When I cast a quick glance at my brother, he’s got his blade out, swishing it back and forth between his fingers. He’s known for carving pieces of shit like this into works of art and if I let him loose right now, Mr. Lombardi will be ribbons of flesh in no time.
“Fine. Yes, anything you need. I’ll do anything you ask. I’m innocent in all this.” He watches me, but I don’t respond. Like fuck he’s innocent. There’s only one way he’ll gain my trust, and it won’t be in this life.
Shouldering my gun, I pick up the bottle of whisky and pour a double shot into the tumbler. As I lift the glass to my lips, Gio grabs the flash drive and I swallow the shot in one long gulp. “It was good doing business with you, Mr. Lombardi. I’ll see you soon.” With that, I turn on my heel and walk out of the lounge.
As soon as I get home, I’ll be scouring the information. I have two men working around the clock to get meetings with all my Captains. Once I’ve met with each one, those who’ve gone rogue will be dealt with.
I wonder if it’s time to make a call. Since Lucio’s demise, I’ve been putting it off. But I know it’s wrong of me to do so. I should’ve called him yesterday. When I get to my office, I’ll do it. I’ll have to call Luciano, Lucio’s older brother. The two of them used to be thick as thieves until the falling-out. I haven’t spoken to Luciano in years. Mainly because we hate each other.
Stepping into the bar, I find her behind the counter, wiping the smooth silver surface. Her hair is wavier now, almost curly. Those inquisitive eyes peek up as soon as I am near her. The pain in them is palpable. She’s lost far too much. And I’ll ensure she loses nothing else. A small, sad smile curls her perfect, plump lips. She’s enticing, a seductive tease. I wonder if she realizes how much power she wields with a simple smile.