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Matt glanced down briefly then swallowed. Obviously, he could tell I wasn’t in the mood for bullshit.
“It’s past time you and I had a frank discussion.” When his eyes drifted to the door, I slowly shifted my head over my shoulder, glaring at the young woman. She didn’t want or deserve to get in the middle of this.
“You can go, Margie. I’ll be fine,” Matt told her.
“If you’re certain, Mr. Jones.”
“He’s certain, Margie,” I answered for him, waiting until I heard the sound of the door closing before returning my gaze in his direction.
“As I mentioned, I have limited time, Hunt. I’m sorry about that but you caught me off guard.”
“I bet I did. You’re going to tell me everything you know about the Azzurris.”
“Who?”
Uh-huh. The dude must think I was stupid because I wasn’t wearing a white shirt and tie that cost enough money to have fed an entire family of four for a week solid. “Don’t give me any shit, Matt. I’m completely aware that Galen got himself involved with them. What I want to know is how deep.”
“Really, Hunt. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I hadn’t come to his office with the intent of causing violence, but the little pipsqueak had already gotten on my last nerve. I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck, smashing his head against the desk. “You need to rethink your answer, my friend. As you might imagine, I’m in no mood for crap. I’ve had so much of that already I’m ready to suffocate.”
He was shaken, his breathing ragged, and I had a bad feeling the man was going to cry. I rolled my eyes and lifted his head, giving him a stern look. “I don’t like to get angry, Matt. I really don’t. I certainly don’t enjoy taking out my frustrations on another human being.” That was a blatant lie. I had no issues beating the crap out of someone if it was necessary and this dude was itching to get a serious beat down if he didn’t cooperate. “However, when it comes to my attention that some very important information had been kept from me after I disrupted my life, riding for several damn days in the heat to get out here, well, that does irritate the fuck out of me. I hope you understand.”
I backed away, giving him a few seconds to collect himself.
He adjusted that six-hundred-dollar tie before answering me. Goddamn it, I didn’t like this dude. “Don’t be naïve, Hunt. There are several crime families doing business in Vegas. It’s the mecca of sin.”
“And don’t treat me like some damn idiot. You know exactly what I mean. There’s no damn way my brother amassed the fortune he has in two years unless he was doing something under the table. I want to know what it is.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I’d experienced anger issues since I was a kid, another unwanted trait I’d gotten from my father. Unfortunately for Matt, I outweighed him by seventy-five pounds or more. I yanked him away from his desk, lifting and shoving him against the thick plate glass window with his gorgeous view of the strip.
He sputtered and coughed, slapping at my hands.
“Do… Don’t,” he managed as his face started to turn a lovely shade of crimson.
“I’m happy to let you down if you’re gonna tell me the truth. Otherwise, I’ll be forced to give you a much better view of Vegas.”
He believed what I’d just told him. I could tell that by the horrified look in his eyes. I backed down on my hold, cocking my head as I continued breathing heavily for emphasis.
“Okay. Please.”
I dropped him like a rock, shaking my head as I glared at him. “Spit it out. When did this shit start?”
“All I know is that after Marissa died, he changed. He started keeping things from me, handling certain contracts himself. When I questioned him about it, he told me to mind my own business. Do I think he was heavily involved with the Azzurri Crime Syndicate? I do. But I honestly don’t know the details of how much or what he did for them. Galen told me once that asking questions and telling Michael Azzurri no would mean a death sentence.”
“Why did he tell you that?”
He seemed more nervous than when I’d had his head in a vise. He glanced at the door then shifted away from the window. The man was scared. Of them? Interesting.
“He never told me, Hunt. I swear to God.”
“But you have thoughts.”
“Yeah. I think he believed they took Marissa from him.”
“What? Why didn’t he tell me that when I was here?”
