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“Mafia?”
“Mafia.”
“So from what I heard, even though the casino is making money and he knows he owes money, he is still gambling, trying to come up with the funds. So when the Finch family came for him, he held them off by letting them know his wife was literally a multimillionaire, and he just needed help finding her. He basically told them that once she is dead, he will inherit all of her money, and he’ll be able to pay them back plus interest. So a couple of things happened: one, a bounty was placed on her head, and two, her husband was never left alone. Apparently, that was because one of his Capo’s was here and was taken to her brothel and talked about how smooth, professional, and good it was, and Giovanni came to experience it and to try to gain a piece of the business.”
“Fuck,” I say.
“Right.”
“But when her husband saw her, all bets were off, and the attention shifted,”
“That won’t last.”
“Exactly,”
“I’ll have to ask if we can send some protection over there for Ms. Adelaide. According to Ronnie, she’s an old woman, and I don't want her killed because they are scaring her.”
“I mean, if they think she is the owner and she signs the paperwork, they’ll think they own it, and they really won’t,”
“True, but eventually, when they go to make some changes or start to dig deeper, they’ll find out she duped them, and they will for sure kill her.”
“Good point. This is getting out of hand,”
“It is. Grab a few prospects and head over there to leave with Ms. Adelaide. I’ll clear it with Loki. And tell them to try not start an all-out war before I can talk to Loki about all of this. Also, see if you can set a meeting for me and Giovanni. I want to make him an offer he can’t refuse.”
“Got it, and by the way, that was corny as hell, and while I am gone, try not to become a dad while we figure this out.”
“Please fuck all the way off,” I tell him.
“I mean, if you do, I can’t say that I blame you. She is hot as fuck,” he says, grinning. The squint I give him doesn’t change his grin or laugh. Fucking brothers.
“Seriously, can you believe after all of these years, we are finally meeting the niece Uncle Lenn used to talk about,” he says, and I can tell he misses the two men who raised us, as do I.
“I know, but from the time I have spent with her, she is more than Uncle Lenn could have hoped for. Maybe when all this is over, you can spend some time with her before she heads back to D.C.”
“Back to D. C., huh? Hmm, okay,” he says, and my eyebrows furrow at his tone.
“What is that supposed to mean?” I ask, but the text coming through on his phone interrupts the conversation. I forget sometimes that he still works full-time and he is in demand, but he handles juggling his day job and night job pretty well.
“Ronnie!” I yell for her. I showed her her bedroom before I went to talk to Bones.
“What, Lion?” Her saying my name takes me back to us against the wall. When she called me Lion, I wanted to hear her call me Judah instead. I have never let a woman call me by thatname, hell, I don’t think any of them knew it was my name. I mean, they didn’t need to know all that to get fucked. “I need to go check on something.”
“Right, and I can’t be trusted alone,”
“Hush, woman,” I tell her, heading to the garage. I decide to take my Harley Tri-Glide seeing as it’s a pretty long drive to where we’re going.
“Oouuu, this is nice!” she says, practically drooling over the bike. I hand her the helmet for her to wear, “Do you think you can fit this over your big ass head?”
“You know what, Lion! Go to hell!” Her hand shoots out, snatching the helmet from me with a sharp glare that could burn holes through steel. Her irritation is clear, but I can’t help the chuckle that escapes at her fiery expression. Ignoring the scowl she throws my way, I press the button to open the garage door, lifting slowly as I swing a leg over the bike. With a quick motion, I help her on, securing the helmet over my head before starting the engine. The deep rumble of the bike fills the air, and without another word, we speed off into the night.
CHAPTER 7
Ronnie
The further out he drives, the more nervous I become. Is he taking me out here to feed me to the alligators? Two hours later, we pull up to what must be a fifteen-foot high fence with a gate and keypad that Lion inputs six numbers in before the gates swing open, and we drive through. I swear we drive another fifteen minutes, and there, hiding behind the gate, is a beautiful house on the water. It is gorgeous, raised up off of the ground, allowing him to pull the motorcycle under there to park. As much as he talked about my house being a million-dollar home, I know for a fact this house is well over a million dollars, and it is sitting on acres of waterfront.
“What do you do again?” I ask, trying to figure out how the secretary for the Sin City MC can afford this house and the one in Harvey.
