Page 102 of Waste of Worth

He liked it even less than he thought he would.

After all, it was him in that interrogation room, not another Outfit man, or for that matter, more Outfit men.

Dino had been targeted for a reason. He had been pulled in because they had shit—dirt—on him to put him away. It was how these people worked. They wanted an informant, someone to put on the inside and get them the information they wanted, then they picked out the weakest fucking fool in the joint and went after them in whatever way they could.

Usually jail time was a good threat to use.

No man wanted his freedom taken away.

Dino, in that moment, was more concerned with protecting his life.

“So,” Dino continued, sitting straight in the chair and resting his arms to the table, “let me get this straight. You have some shit on me that you mean to scare me with—some charges you might be able to trump up for a few years’ worth of time behind bars, if you’re lucky, though I think it’s probably a year at most. See, I know what you likely found in my office and home, which was very fucking little. Let me save you the time and get all of this out of the way.”

“Dino,” Agent Stanley started to say.

Dino leaned forward in his seat, staring the men in the faces and sneering. “Put me away—file your fucking charges. Get me into arraignment. I’ll do general population for a year. Fuck off.”

Quick as a whip, Agent Courtly hit the corner of the small metal garbage can, letting it topple over across the table. A plume of black ashes wafted out, blowing over Dino’s prone form, the table, and the floor. By the time it had settled, he’d breathed in a good dose of the shit, and was covered in it too.

It took every ounce of fucking willpower Dino had not to get up from the table and beat the living hell out of the agent. He decided against the desire, if only because he knew that would earn him a few assault charges.

“Get my lawyer,” Dino uttered through clenched teeth.

Neither agent moved an inch.

In fact, the one tossed the file he’d been holding down to the table. Then, he reached over and opened it up fast, causing more ashes to blow all over the place.

How long was Dino going to have to sit through this entire shit show?

Because he was over it.

“We warned you last week, didn’t we?” Agent Courtly asked quietly.

Dino’s brow furrowed, and he clenched his hands under the table in an effort to hide his frustrations. If he didn’t do something with his hands, he was going to beat them into the skulls of these idiots. “How many times am I going to have to ask for my—”

“He’s coming,” the agent barked. “Shut up and listen, DeLuca.”

“You’ve got about ten seconds to talk before I earn myself a few assault charges to go along with whatever other filings you’ve got ready for me,” Dino responded in kind.

He figured the least he could do was warn the fools.

Let them do with it what they wanted.

The agent pulled a piece of paper—one single document—from the opened file on the table, and then tossed it in Dino’s general direction. He didn’t bother to grab for the paper, instead letting it fall off to the side, sparing it a glance before he looked back to the agents.

“Will you get to the damn point?” Dino demanded.

Agent Stanley passed his partner a look, one that was filled with both exasperation and confusion, before going back to Dino. “We told you last week that someone was out to make a mess for you—we made it very clear that you had an option, Dino. All you needed to do was talk, as we were already in the process of digging deeper into the info that had been mailed into our taskforce.”

Dino blinked.

Mailed in?

Finally, he looked down to the paper, recognizing it immediately as one of the several documents from his club office that had gone missing over the last few months. It wasn’t exactly damning—a bank statement from an offshore account that showed money being withdrawn from the offshore account into one of Dino’s American bank accounts.

But still, funneling money was illegal.

Dino would need to show where that money came from, where it went to, and where it came out from to show that everything was as legit as it could possibly be. That there was no fraudulent activity to be found in his accounts. That his money was not being made from illegal activities and then pillowed in by legal ventures to hide where it came from.