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I grinned. I liked seeing her squirm. “Some place you can’t escape.”
Savio handed me a cell phone with a voice message set to play as I climbed into the limo and shut the door.
My brow furrowed. “What’s this?”
“Play it and see.”
“I have better things to do than be given the runaround all night.”
Savio and Sante locked eyes. Renato chuckled at whatever they were silently communicating. As the two eldest, Savio and Sante thought they had the power to make the decisions, but my father gave us voting power. Nothing could be moved without my father knowing and agreeing.
Casino guests continued sauntering inside with no idea what had happened tonight. Our clean-up crew would wipe the place down, and Sante already had new security arriving.
Savio pointed. “Nyla on the phone. We got recordings of her talking to him.”
“Her and her boyfriend.”
“Yeah,” Sante confirmed.
I played the recording.
“I can’t right now. He has people watching me,” Nyla said.
“How many recordings do you have?”
“Four or five, and video clips that we should have our people keeping an eye on,” Sante emphasized, narrowing his eyes on Renato.
“Too busy trying to get other shit done. I told you that opening a casino would be a bad idea,” Renato hissed.
“That’s your job!” Sante argued back.
“No. My job is to enforce the rules when someone fucks over the Calabresi name. These petty witch hunts and watching video footage every day is not,” Renato countered.
“When I take over—” Sante began.
Savio groaned, familiar with the argument between Sante and Renato every time he brought it up.
“All right, you two. Shut the fuck up. I have bigger problems right now!” I yelled, shocking all three of my brothers.
“What happened to our baby brother?” Renato grinned.
“He fucking grew up, shithead,” I said as the limo arrived at Savio’s house.
“Go home. We’ll discuss business tomorrow.” Savio climbed out of the car as his front door opened to Mckayla waiting for him.
“She’s going to stay pregnant.” Renato shook his head.
“Shut the fuck up, Renato.” Savio slammed the door and strolled to his wife, pulling her into a hug.
I lifted my index finger. “I need a drink.”
“Me too,” Renato sighed.
“You have a wife waiting for you. Besides, we have an early meeting tomorrow. I suggest you two get some sleep.” Sante motioned for our driver to head to his house.
An hour later, I closed the doors of my penthouse and tossed my jacket and tie on the couch. Grabbing a glass of whiskey to take the edge off, I cracked my neck and rolled my shoulders. I needed a hot shower and some pussy before returning to kill Nyla.
I had no idea what she meant when she mentioned her family, but her debt totaled five million. Adding interest would make the situation even sweeter when I confronted her again.
