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She makes a huffing sound and points at Reaper and then Angel. “I still might use Christian as target practice, but I figure if you are all working with my family to keep me caged, then you can help put a stop to the drugs here.”
Angel frowns. “Drugs?”
“We don’t run drugs through here. This place is clean. Your family wouldn’t either, and—”
“Stop, Reaper. I read online that a girl died from an overdose near here.”
“We can’t stop that shit happening, Mia,” I say.
Her eyes narrow. “It was cut with bad stuff, and you know De Luca drugs flow—”
“Careful,” I say, getting up and coming to the front of her desk. “Because that’s all of us you’re blaming.”
“I’m not saying my family cuts drugs. I know how it works. But it’s too close to home and on top of—” This time she stops herself, and I remember the note.
“Of what?”
She looks at Angel. “Someone is trying to get something started in here. Giving drugs away, selling them. At first, I wasn’t sure, but every time Ellie is fucked up, she’s just seen the new bouncer, Frank.”
I don’t say a word because this is the thing that Leo asked me to look out for. My instincts tell me this is tied to something bigger, so for now, I just listen. She’s so mad she’s gonna talk more than if I lock horns with her.
“You sure about this?” Reaper asks, frowning.
“I’m sure of it. Since he came to work here, there has been talk of drugs here, and Ellie . . .” She stops. “Ellie and other people in the bars and clubs around here seem to now be into that shit, shit that’s flowing when it shouldn’t be. Cut shit, guys. So yes, I’m sure of it.”
“We fire him.” Reaper shrugs. “And break his kneecaps.”
Mia rubs a hand over her face and stalks over to pull out papers, one with a picture of the guy. He doesn’t look familiar to me. She jabs it. “You can’t go breaking kneecaps without solid evidence.”
“Wanna fucking bet?” I say this so quietly, I don’t think she’s heard, but the way her back stiffens tells me she has.
“Evidence. Solid evidence. And I don’t have it. That bastard is trying to sell in his club. He got one of my dancers high on coke, though she refuses to tell me who. So, while I already know who the culprit is, I lack evidence.”
Then, Reaper and Angel exchange a look and glance at me, and the pieces clearly click for them.
Angel massages his shoulder with one hand. “Do we know who he’s getting the drugs from?”
“Assuming he’s supplying?”
“Fuck you, Christian,” says Mia.
“Watch that pretty mouth, Mia,” I say. “No.”
I look at her, and damn I want to punish her for talking back in front of these guys. Or is it I just want to punish her and see where it goes? Because that punishment I want to inflict on her is going to be sexual and something she’ll beg for.
“No,” I say again, “I’m here for another reason, but now I’m thinking that reason and this might very well be related and popping out kids.”
“So, you knew all about this?” Angel has a lot of questions, and I really want to get back to why I called them here, which was a courtesy meeting to cut them in the loop. I’m here to stay until the De Luca business is done and dusted and Mia is more than safe.
When I got here and heard she’d also called a meeting, I held off, but now? I look at Mia again, and this time our gazes catch and sizzle in the air. Now I just want to get her alone.
“No, no one knew about this particular . . . issue. Mia didn’t see fit to tell any of her family about what was going on here. The only reason I know is I’m making it my business.”
She glares. I smile.
“Isn’t that right, sweetness? Your business is my business.”
“I don’t appreciate you—”
