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"Very."
"Fine." I sigh. "Take care of it."
"Good. I'll get…"
"I don't care what you do. Just deal with it." I snarl angrily.
Matteo lets out a heavy sigh and pushes himself up from the desk.
"For fucks sake, Stefano, do you always have to be such a fucking dick?"
"Excuse me?" I stand up, taller than Matteo, staring down at him from across the desk.
He seems to shrink back into himself slightly.
"Nothing man. Nothing."
"Get out." I snap.
"Yeah, I was just leaving. I'll deal with the Belladino thing and let you know when it's done."
I glare at him until he is out of my sight, then take a seat again. I can't let anyone think I'm weak. Not even my half brother. Or perhaps - especially not my half brother. He is family, but there is something about his attitude that warns me to watch him closely. He hasn't given me any reason to think that way, but perhaps it's just years of experience.
His ego is getting too big.
There is a knock at the office door, and I look up to see one of my casino club security guards.
"Jax. What do you need?"
"Sir, someone was caught dealing drugs in the club during the early hours of this morning."
"Someone I know?"
"He works for a group in the east territory. One of the families there. That's all we could find out. He won't say who. We've been trying to get him to talk for hours."
"Where is he now?"
"In the basement."
The basement is code for our underground cells.
"I'll head down there in five minutes. Meet me there."
Jax leaves and after replying to a few emails I make my way to the underground cells.
I haven't had someone stupid enough to try and sell on my territory, never mind inside my casino, for over a decade. People know me. They know the risk. This idiot can't be from around here. Maybe he's new.
I guess it's time to send a message again. A reminder to everyone not to overstep the boundaries.
They have the guy chained up, the shackles on his wrists are cutting into his skin. There is already a thick bruise forming beneath the restraints.
They've hooked the cuffs onto a meat hook, and he is swinging limply. His head hanging down.
I walk straight over to him and grab his face, lifting his head to get a good look at him.
I snort in disbelief.
"Thomas Lincoln. Does your uncle know you've been dealing his drugs in my club?"
