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“You fucking tellmenext time you come up with any bright ideas to deal with the Russians, because if I see Malchikov again, he’s a dead man.”
There was a knock on the door behind me and it shook my gaze away from Bullseye when it opened. “What?” I hissed as I turned around and saw one of the dancers. Two men in suits stood behind her, and I cleared my throat, turning on my suave business persona like I’d flipped a light switch. “What can I help you with?”
The men behind me stood in front of the bloodstain on the floor to block the view from the strangers.
The two agents waved off the half-naked blonde, watching her walk away with a quick side glance. “May we come in?”
“You already are, no?” I glared at her receding form for a moment before gesturing with my arm to come inside.
They closed the door behind them, silencing the loud music from the club. “I’m Agent Dowell and this is Agent Rocco.” The blond officer pointed to the dark-haired man beside him.
Rocco.TheRocco’s? Fucking dude’s a fed now? Talk about swapping sides.
Agent Rocco eyed me with the same recognition. “I’m going to just pretend you all have legal permits to carry those firearms,” Rocco said with a snide smile. “Listen, we know what you do here. We know half those bitches out there didn’t choose to be—”
“We—”
“Well, here’s the thing. I don’t really fucking care what you guys do in this dump. This little visit is merely a formality. That is, if you’re willing to help us turn a blind eye...or four.” Rocco smirked as he gestured toward himself and his partner.
He didn't switch sides at all. He’s just playing the game from a whole new field.I was silent too long, trying to weigh the options.
“Are you really considering paying these goons?” Bullseye piped up from his chair behind me.
Rocco turned toward him with fire in his eyes. “We have enough evidence on this place to put you all away for a fuck ton of time. I don’t think you have much of a choice.”
“How do we know you have anything on us?” Bullseye quipped.
“We have fraudulent passports and mugshots of ladies who sang like the little birds they are. You remember Leodine, don’t you? Small blonde-haired French—”
“Yeah, I know who she is,” I interrupted. Leodine was incredible on her knees, but get her talking and she’d spill her guts about anyone.
When Bullseye scoffed, Rocco turned back toward me with a smile. “So, how about it?”
“You’re a goddamn disgrace to us, Rocco,” I said as I went to the safe and squatted to unlock it.
“I want to tell you not to hate the player, but this is my fucking game,” he said with faked pleasantry.
“Yeah, yeah. How much to get you well-dressed pieces of shit off my back?” I asked as I turned my head to look at them. They whispered to each other. “Today! I got shit to do.”
“Give us two hundred grand,” Rocco said with a shrug.
“Two-fucking-hundred.” I scoffed as I pulled out cash and loaded it onto the counter. I spun the dial until I heard theclickthat let me know it had locked. I stood and gestured at the money and Bullseye. “You fucking deal with this!” I snapped as I went to leave out the back door.
“Have a good day, Mr. Viglione!” I heard from behind me.
“Choke on a dick, Rocco,” I called back with a wave as I slammed the door.
Gia leapt out of the car when she saw me. “I saw the agents! Isn’t the one—”
“Yeah, one of us,” I said with a shake of my head.
“Bribe?”
“Oh yeah, and a decent-sized one, too.” I shrugged. “The Roccos were fucking bottom feeders, so I’m not surprised.”
Gia stepped into me and put her hand down the front of my pants. I grabbed her wrist and pulled it out.
“What? You’re frustrated.” She looked at me and bit her lip.
