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“A damn sight more than yours, I’d wager,” Roman shot back angrily, his emotions getting the better of him.
Armando grinned. “Ah, there he is. The passionate boy I remember.”
Roman cursed himself. “Do you know the details about Godfrey or not?”
“I don’t know because I don’t care,” Armando said flatly. “But that’s not the important thing here. Why do you care?”
“I plan to slaughter him and wear his head as a hat,” Roman admitted, seeing no point in lying.
“Well now, that’s even more reason not to tell you. He is a useful man to know.”
Roman cursed, leaning into the camera. “I don’t have time for this. Nor the patience. If you want Manhattan, you’ll give me the information I want. If not...” He shrugged. “I’ll take the territory to my grave with me. And it can remain a stain on your family’s honor for generations to come.”
Armando ground his teeth—Roman could hear it through the speakers—before he finally said, “I don’t know. That’s the truth. I’ve only ever known him as Godfrey. That is how your father introduced him to me years ago, and that is how I’ve addressed him ever since.”
Roman had been afraid of that. It meant he was going to have to take a trip to New York after all. “If you don’t have any further details, I need to access the vault.”
“I already told you, that isn’t going to happen,” Armando replied coldly.
“Then Manhattan isn’t going to happen either.” He went to end the video call.
“Wait.”
Roman paused with his finger on the button.
“I will look in the vaults and provide you with whatever information is there regarding Godfrey,” Armando told him. “But in exchange, I want Manhattan, and I want to meet your woman.”
Roman froze. “I beg your pardon?”
“Your woman, Dr. Angela Hawthorne. I understand you moved her in. You’ve never done that with any lovers in the past. She must be special. I want to see why,” Armando explained.
“No,” Roman replied harshly. “No chance in hell.”
“Then you don’t get the information,” Armando returned.
Roman dug deep for his fraying control. “And you don’t get Manhattan.”
His uncle shrugged. “I can live with that. I will eventually find a way to obtain it.”
“No,” Roman snapped. “You won’t.”
Then he ended the call.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Roman sat seething for a moment before jumping to his feet and kicking the shit out of the wall by his desk. When The Four Stooges burst into the room, it was to find him standing with one shoe on and the other foot covered only in a sock.
Salvatore took in the situation before walking over to the hole in the wall. He bent down and put his hand inside, fishing around for the shoe which had gotten stuck thanks to Roman’s temper. He retrieved it, holding it up for all to see, until Roman snatched it out of his hand. He wanted to throw it across the room but figured the situation was embarrassing enough as it was.
“I take it the call didn’t go well?” Salvatore asked mildly.
“He wants to meet Angela,” Roman answered, his face twisting.
“What?” Sal frowned. “What do you mean?”
Roman sat on his new couch to put his shoe back on as he explained Armando’s terms, ending with, “I don’t care what it gets me, I’m not using Angel to get it. I’m not subjecting her to my rotten family. Armando can go fuck himself.”
“What about the information?” Morrigan asked.
