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This fool must really be an idiot if he thinks he can just look at me like that.
It’s fine though, I’ll play along until the time is right, then teach his ass a lesson.
“I’ve called you here for a number of reasons.” Donny straightens up, and his lips press together. “But let me inform you first of all that the wedding is off, and I won’t be giving my business to you.”
Peter’s brows disappear into his dark hairline, and his nostrils flare.
Yes, fucker. You’ve just been handed your ass.
“What the hell are you saying to me?” he challenges.
“You heard me. I’ve made subsequent arrangements for Evie to marry William Reviello, and he will be taking over the empire when I go to Italy.”
At the mention of Evie marrying William, I see that I was right. William Reviello is a trust fund prick with a stick shoved so far up his ass no one can pull it out. He’s five years older than me, and since he likes them young, he won’t have a problem that Evie is eighteen.
His family is a bunch of assholes with old money who think they’re gods because they own two national football teams and have Sunday dinner with the Italian prime minister. And of course, William Sr. has worked for Donny since before money was invented. The man handles all of Donny’s financial affairs in Italy and Russia.
When you compare it, the Giordanos have nothing on those people even though we’re billionaires. What we have is pocket change to the endless resources the Reviellos have.
I don’t bother to look at Henry when he glances my way, and I’m barely focusing on this meeting as it is.
“Why have you done this, Donny,” Peter contends, bringing my thoughts back to focus. “I’ve worked my whole life for you, and you know how I feel about Evie.”
“I’ve been informed that you’ve been stealing from me and rubbing shoulders with the Triad and the likes of fuckers like Ricco,” Donny replies.
“No way,” Peter lies. That’s his first mistake. Of all the people who know Donny, he should be aware such an accusation wouldn’t come without proof.
Peter makes the mistake of looking at me again, and now he sneers. “You, it’s you, isn’t it, Giordano? You filled his head with this shit, didn’t you?”
That’s it. He needs to be taught who I am.
I switch on him so fast he never saw my fist coming until it connected with his fucking face, and he went flying backward in the chair.
He gets up and makes his third mistake of the evening when he comes at me, rushing me head-on like he thinks he can take me down.
Now he’s built like a tank, and I’m sure he could; he’s taken down many in his lifetime.
He just hasn’t found me before, and he’s not going to get the chance.
I head butt him, and that stuns him; then, when he staggers backward, I rush him and give him a one-two punch that sends him right back on the ground.
His nose is bleeding, and he’s in no shape to fight back. I could mess him up some more, but I don’t. I do, however, pull my guns and hold them out in his face so he can see I could kill his ass if I wanted to.
Peter glares at me with wide, terrified eyes.
Donny gets up, grabs the file of evidence we gathered for him, and marches over to us.
He pulls the information from the files and starts reading out some of the contents.
“Fifty grand a year to Ricco for the last five years and money you’ve been skimming to an offshore account, flesh trade arrangements with Xiou, and the drug ring you funded with my money. It’s all here.”
Peter stares back at Donny. His lips move to answer with something, but he says nothing. He’s shocked we found out his secrets.
“I’m sorry… Donny. I just—”
“Took advantage because I trusted you with everything. I took you in when you were five and treated you like a son. I treated you no different from my own boy, and even when he was taken from me, in my grief, I still treated you no less.”
Donny pulls out his gun, and I keep mine aimed at Peter’s head.
