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I had two enemies Lungy Ferri, the boss of Eugene and Orazio Longo, the boss of Bend. Lungy and Orazio wanted the big fish Portland. There were over six hundred thousand residents in Portland. Of course, they wanted the most lucrative territory.
A chuckle rumbled in my chest. “I ain’t sticking my neck out for nobody. My only concern is securing the investment.”
Duke raised his hands as if he was surrendering, still gripping the Glock. He flashed his white teeth. “I’ll take a step back. For now. Send Kennedy, my love, if you see her. That one always makes my dick hard.”
Curling my fists at my sides, I tried to remain calm. “Who the fuck is Kennedy?” I pretended I didn’t know who she was.
“She’s a cute little waitress who works here part time.”
I wouldn’t have pegged Duke as her type. He had a square jaw with a slightly longer cleft chin, a neatly trimmed five o'clock shadow, and gray eyes. He also had thick, dark, bushy eyebrows. It looked like someone took a knife to his righteyebrow, leaving behind a gash. His thick wild mohawk hung over his forehead.
She doesn’t like pretty boys. So, what.
Most women did. Women often caressed my square jaw. My perfectly symmetric nose was a little wider at the tip. Women said my bottle green eyes were bottomless pools of lust. They could come just from staring into my eyes while sucking my cock. I guess you could say Mom and Dad had good genes. My mother was half Greek and Italian. My father was Italian. People often said I was a beautiful little boy, but bad. Being called bad didn’t bother me. The beautiful part did.
I ran a hand over my mustache. Yes, you heard that right. I had a mustache. Most guys grew out full beards. I did sometimes. But the mustache was a whole mood I was feeling.
“Is that it?” I asked.
He raised the nicked brow. “Is that it what?”
“The chick. Was she your fuck toy?”
A wicked grin curled his lips. “As a mat-”
My fist squeezed tighter at my side.
I’m about to lay this asshole out.
“Boss, we have to go,” Clip interrupted.
“We have that thing at two o’clock,” Clip said, palming my shoulder forcing my steps backward.
Duke snickered. “Talk to you soon, Franco.”
I nodded before turning toward the restaurant.
“Franco, what the fuck? Were you about to lose your shit over a chick?”
“Clip, you keep asking that.”
Duke got under my skin. Why now? And why her?
“Clip, get guys over here to repair the windows. Also, pay the staff their wages for today. Tell them they are to return to work in two days. They’ll keep the place profitable until I find their boss.”
“I’ll get guys on it right away.” He hopped on the phone, rattling off orders.
My jaw ticked as I rounded the corner at the back of the restaurant. Leaning against the side of the Yukon, Kennedy’s arms crossed her chest.
Ettore and Saro stood on either side of her.
“Is there something you want to tell me?” I growled.
My leather Oxfords touched her casual black loafers.
A playful smile tugged at her lips. “You smell like sweet and sour drink mix.” She reached up and picked at my sandy brown strands. “There’s glass in your hair.” Kennedy tossed tiny pieces of glass onto the ground.
My heart lurched in my chest. I didn’t like that. I considered telling her not to touch me, but I realized I couldn’t. A part of me liked her hands on me.
