Page 47 of Wicked Debt


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“If we’re going to be meeting with Father, I want a completely clear head,” he said.

“Smart,” I responded as I took a drink.

“But you’re taking a different approach?” he said.

I shrugged. “The only way I can meet with Father is if my head isn’t completely clear,” I said.

Davit laughed.

“Whatever it takes,” he said.

I nodded and finished the drink. Then, I went back to my desk and pressed into my seat, hoping Father would arrive soon.

I hadn’t said anything to Davit, but I knew I didn’t have to. He was as annoyed by my father’s games as I was.

And this was undoubtedly another.

After the dinner, he had dropped off the face of the earth again and then popped back up and ordered a meeting.

One that he was now two hours late for.

“I wonder why he feels the need to play these ridiculous games,” I said, looking at my watch and giving voice to my thoughts.

“He wants us to remember who’s in charge,” Davit said.

“Yeah, but I’m not a fucking kid or one of his lackeys,” I said.

“No, but he hasn’t realized that yet, or—which might be worse—he has realized it and doesn’t like it,” Davit said.

“Yeah. But we need to get this sorted out,” I said.

“We do. There is tension among the men,” Davit said.

“Anything to be concerned about?” I asked.

Davitshook his head. “Not yet. But I have Erik keeping an eye on it.”

“I thought Erik was retired and enjoying being a newlywed,” I said.

Davit’s nanny and the bodyguard he had assigned to his wife had gotten married, and now Erik was more like a beloved uncle than soldier. Which was fine, as far as I was concerned. He had served my family well for decades, even before I had been born.

He’d earned a break.

“You know old gangsters don’t retire. And he is enjoying being a newlywed, but the men respect him, and they’ll tell him if there’s something we need to hear,” Davit said.

“Good. Thank you for keeping an eye on that,” I said.

“A thank you and a sorry in one day? Do I need to be concerned, Elias?”

“Maybe. But not about me. I need to make sure that Father and I on the same page before this gets out of hand. I know this is difficult for him. But we’re not little boys anymore, and he needs to get used to that before he fucks up something that I can’t unfuck,” I said.

“I agree, but maybe don’t tell him that,” Davit said.

I laughed. “What, you don’t think the old man would take too kindly to being told something like that by his son?”

“I don’t think he’d like being told that by anyone. Especially not his son. So, I think we should let him have his moment and do what we need to make them feel secure. Ultimately, it will be cheaper and less bloody that way,” Davit said.

“I hope to fuck you’re right,” I said.

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