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Gaetano parked the car in the garage and followed me inside. I shrugged off my jacket, loosened and removed the tie, and after throwing both on the kitchen bench, plucked the top buttons of the shirt open.
Gaetano was on my heels as I headed for the meeting room where I poured myself and Gaetano a whisky. Keeping hold of the bottle, I dropped into a chair. Gaetano sat in a chair opposite, and I placed the alcohol on a small table nearby.
I sipped at the whisky enjoying the warmth. “I can’t believe Mother is making a big deal out of this bullshit wedding. She knows I have zero interest in pretending to be a husband. My union with Nikita will be a farce. I hate the bitch, and nothing is going to change how I feel.”
“How long do you have to stay married?”
“I don’t know. Father said I had to marry but he didn’t say it had to be permanent. To be honest, I’ve been so fucking busy with other things I never thought to ask. I’ll talk to him later.”
“If he insists on it being permanent, you could make her disappear.”
“As much as I would love to bury the bitch, Mother seems to have taken a liking to Nikita and she would put two and two together and be all over me. I’d risk losing the business.”
“Then, Mate, you need to make the best of a bad situation.”
I grunted and started to pour another drink before thinking better of it, I’d had enough.
“Dinner?” I asked Gaetano.
“Johnny Flynn?”
I nodded. Johnny Flynn was a steakhouse that served the best steak and craft beer in the city. We both stood.
The phone in my pants pocket buzzed and I pulled it out to check who wanted me as we made our way to the garage. Casey’s name flashed on the screen. He’d sent a text asking me to contact him immediately.
“What the fuck now?” I grunted while hitting speed dial for Casey on my phone.
“Boss, we got a problem. I need you down here.”
“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”
I hung up the phone with a curse on my lips. Gaetano had the motor started and the garage door open by the time I climbed into the passenger seat of the car.
“Nascondiglio,” I barked. “That was Casey, there’s a problem.”
Minutes later we were on the highway and Gaetano weaved expertly in and out of slow traffic. “Do you know what it’s about?” he asked.
"Not a fucking clue. I hung up before he could say anything more than he needed me there."
“We have our share of fuckups but today has been one after a fucking ’nother.”
“Comes with the territory…good runs and bad.”
After following security procedures for the second time in a few hours, we made our way to Casey’s office. He was seated behind his desk with Henry in a chair on the other side. Both men stood and came to stand in front of us. Henry offered his hand, and we shook.
“Thanks for the promotion, Boss. I won’t let you down.”
“I know you won’t.” I turned my attention to Casey. “Why am I here?”
“Fish Williams.”
Flynn ‘Fish’ Williams was a well-known, in the underbelly of Sydney, drug dealer/importer and a recent member of our club. He’d been a member for around six months, accepted on Judge Rowan Vestor’s recommendation.
“What about him?” I wondered if the prick was stupid enough to step across the boundaries of the family’s drug business.
“He was picked up by Border Force at Wharf 7 this morning. Fish and his men were unloading cocaine that had a street value of three million dollars.”
