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“A bullshit corporation was set up with your name as the sole owner. They purchased a home where one of my men is monitoring someone under my protection.”

“Who’s under your protection?”

I raise my glass in appreciation before taking a deep sip. “The governor’s daughter.”

Understanding flashes across his eyes, but he keeps a controlled expression. I see it, though. There’s anger in the twitch of his jaw and the tense way in which he grips his drink, one he throws back before placing the glass down with care. “Is she okay?”

“Yes.”

Javier gets up then, walking over to a cabinet behind us, and opens the bottom drawer. Without a word, he walks back and places a single sheet of paper down in front of me.

“I had no knowledge they’d done this, and I apologize for my ignorance on this issue.”

“My anger isn’t directed at you, but her safety is my main concern.” Both men nod in understanding, they also share another look. “My belief is that either the governor is behind this or Martin, and while the end game is still unknown, it won’t be for much longer.

“How serious are you about this subject?”

“Enough for me to consider putting a bullet between your eyes had I thought you to be involved.”

His lips twitch with a smirk. “Fair enough. I’d do the same.”

“So, you understand I’ll do whatever needs to be done.”

“Yes.” Nodding toward the face-down sheet of paper, he taps the wooden desktop. “Rubens banks with me, and the other man hasn’t stepped foot in any of my banking institutions in a year at least. Cleared everything, moved it offshore, and has been laying low from my understanding.”

“Why low?”

“He owes someone a lot of money.”

“Who?” I ask. There’s no one in the city that moves higher quantities than my family, even with our headquarters out of the country.

“A loan shark with a hard-on for taking over, but he’s made no move yet. Casper knows this; they’ve had words in the past.”

The name comes to mind at once, and I also recall the way I personally killed the right hand to their boss. “The Gaspar family?”

“That’s the one.”

Hmmm. “Not too surprised. Those wankers are too hardheaded for their own good.”

“They are. They’ve also been warned, so do what you must.”

“Aye.” For a moment he’s quiet, while my mind is running a hundred miles a minute. There’s more here than meets the eye, and I don’t trust any of the players. Gaspar and Rubens shouldn’t be on speaking terms, much less, after the latter used his father once as a piggyback bust to claim victory over his opponent when he came into office.

“I move all of Rubens’s money, you know.” Malcolm’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts, but those words make me smile. “All of it.”

“With stipulations, I presume?”

“Plenty, and I believe a few here have been broken. Thank you for bringing it to my attention.”

“Of course.” Throwing the rest of the spirit back, I place my tumbler down and relax a bit, leg crossed at the knee. “I’ll respect your NDA, but I want the rest. Addresses, mobiles, where they eat and shit. We both know you have this information., Malcolm.”

“Already in front of you.”

I don’t turn the sheet over, but I do grab it and after folding the paper, I place it inside the right pocket of my trousers. “Cheers. It’s much appreciated.”

“If you need any assistance—”

“I know.” There’s an understanding between us; a man must protect at all costs what’s his. Malcolm has done so with his woman. My cousin will shift his life for his, a conversation I know is coming.

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