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I pushed open the metal door and it slammed behind me. I waved a quick greeting to the men bonding over the free booze inside. I would have loved to sit and chat. Socialize. Enjoy a drink. But I had Gia in the damn car, and I couldn’t bring her in yet.
“All the drops go okay?” I asked the room as I squatted in front of the safe. I counted and signed off on the bundles of money, trying to figure out where Silvio had stashed some of it. Some here. Some there.
“Yeah, boss. Most of them,” Vinny said after he cleared his throat.
My gaze shot to him. “Most?”
“There was a little incident. Hardly nothing.” Vinny waved his hand dismissively.
“How much is it gonna cost me?” That’s all I gave a fuck about.
“About fifty thousand if you’re willing to write off a debt.”
“And why would I do that?”
Vinny’s hand rode along his tie. “Cause I killed the pops of the corner store on second...”
I stood up and cocked my head, trying to process what I heard as I walked toward them and put my hands on the table.
“Why would you kill anyone? You collect. If they don’t pay, you tell me. If I can’t get someone to collect, then we do what we gotta do.”
“They haven’t paid. I tried three times, I gave them three—”
I slammed my palm on the table. I didn’t like people doing shit without talking to me first. It’s called respect. “Did anyone see you?”
“Just the wife, sir.”
“Then you know what you need to do, since you wanted to be so goddamn trigger happy. Think better of it next time you decide to shoot first and ask me later.”
He needed to get rid of the wife. I wasn’t putting that on any of my men. No, if he wanted to play boss, he could take the brunt of being a trigger-happy fuck. He was lucky I didn’t shoot him on the spot for causing waves when I needed still waters.
“Enzo?” The metal door crept open. Kenny popped his head inside, his lips tight in a straight line. “You may want to come out here.”
What now?
I followed Kenny out to the main club again. A slow, sensual song played over the loudspeaker, which meant that a dance was going on. I didn’t care much to see who was dancing...until Kenny gestured with his chin.
My stomach tightened at what I saw. My jaw tensed. Anger rose, becoming the only thing I could feel. I used to think that seeing red was just a saying, but I was seeing fucking red, and my vision tunneled with the anger. My eyes were locked on the sensual swaying of the hips on stage. She’d lifted her skirt to show the cuffs of her ass, partially covered by red panties.
Gia.
Are you fucking kidding me?She sure knew how to piss me right the fuck off. She got on her goddamn hands and knees and crawled toward the slimeballs in the chairs in front of her. They slipped her bills, and she tucked them in her bra, thankfully still covered by her low cut shirt.
Her eyes met mine, and a sinful smile crept across her face.
Check-fucking-mate.
She sat up on her knees. Men cheered her on as she grasped the bottom of her shirt and started to lift it. The fabric got just above her navel before I was on her, ripping her from the stage. The men stood in protest, and I drew my gun and aimed at all four of them. When they threw their hands up and sat down, I holstered my revolver again and dragged her toward the front door.
“Why you gotta ruin the fun?” the bouncer said with a smile.
“Don’t fucking start, Roy. I’ll cut your eyes out for even looking at her.”
I dragged her to the car and pushed her against the hot metal. She tried to take a step forward so the backs of her bare thighs wouldn’t burn, but I pressed her into the pain.
“What the fucking fuck are you doing, Gia?”
Her eyes rounded playfully, as if she wasn’t just showing her fucking ass to those goddamn men in there. She knew she’d won that round. Maybe even the whole goddamn game. “I didn’t do anything,” she quipped.
