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His head snapped my way.
“Well better than just murdering everyone and taking roll call later, isn’t it, Roman?”
I ran my hand through my hair. At least he paid some attention, I suppose. But still, he was missing the point of my annoyance. Rather, he was missing the fact I was damn near ready to kill him.
“What did you do, brother?”
He shrugged.
“I’m getting what I want. But tonight? Tonight is about trying to fix some growing pains. You weren’t invited, so I suggest you leave.”
Three steps, that was all it took, and I had my hand around my brother’s throat.
“Those are big words for a man who has never fixed one problem in his life. This is my club. Do I need to remind you?”
He choked out something, but the pretty color of red on his face was exactly what I wanted right now.
Not one single fucking person shifted or even twitched trying to save him.
“Brother,” he finally said as I loosened my grip just a bit.
“Fuck you,” he said, deciding that was the hill he was willing to die on.
“Beautiful, brother. Really. What growing pains and what fucking business? You answer those questions and then I will let you continue breathing through your mouth rather than a hole in your neck.”
My brother was a true fucking diva and straightened out the lapels of his jacket.
“Fine. Whatever. It isn’t like you won’t know soon enough even if you have made Rossi Holdings your pet project. We won’t need them once I get this all sorted out.”
There were only a handful of faces seated in the room. I gave a curt bob of my head to them, letting them know I saw them, and I was fucking in charge.
“Who do you report to?” I asked one of the men.
They were all well dressed, meaning they weren’t the bottom of the rung, but they also were not the top. The suits weren’t nice enough. Their hair not neat enough. Their eyes not dead enough.
“Now, now, Roman. They report to someone above them, and that person reports to someone else. No one knows who’s calling the shots, but we all get paid handsomely.”
Fucking hell.
“You’re all puppets. And that didn’t occur to you as a red flag, brother?”
My phone buzzed, and I grabbed it out of my pocket.
Parks: Heading your way.
Me: Stay at the bar.
Parks: Why?
Me: Keep Emilee safe.
He might have texted back, but right now I wanted to figure out what this shitshow was. There was no room for weakness here, and I hid my frustration as I addressed my brother.
“What are you ironing out tonight?”
My brother fucking puffed out his chest like some damn prissy little bird.
“We have a leak and they tasked me with making sure the consequences were spelled out.”
