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“Bottom of the chain,” I mutter.
“I wanted to join in the fun,” Mikhail says with a half-smile.
“It’s not something you should concern yourself with. We’ve made a lot of enemies doing this. Many think we’re creating separate families this way. It makes the threats higher if there are more families involved. I can’t really say I blame them for it either.”
I nod in response. It’s going to take a while to warm up to Giovanni and Nina.
Everyone besides Max lowers their voices when they see a man approach the table.
“Marco,” Max calls.
Not a thing about him is approachable. “Are we not going to talk about it?” he demands while pulling up a chair. He gives me a strange smile. His eyes are brooding, and his nose lines up perfectly with his full lips. His dark complexion makes his hazel eyes stand out. The dark lashes that lift from his eyes are long and curl effortlessly.
His attention drifts across the room, and I feel myself beginning to question everything about myself. His eyes are not kind; they’re judgmental, as if nothing around him is even worth a second glance.
We all stare at him, wondering what he means. “Talk about what?” Giovanni asks, not seeming interested in Marco at all.
“Where the fuck is my money?”
I look at Mikhail. He’s just as confused as I am. “What do you mean?” Max asks.
Marco’s tongue rolls over his cheek. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. So it’s just me then?”
Mira coos, breaking the awkward silence between us all. “Check your accounts. Right now,” he throws out, and the men oblige.
I scoot closer to Mikhail, growing nervous. I don’t care for money, but I know it means a lot to the people surrounding me.
Max’s face falls flat.
Marco leans back in his chair as if he’s content to know it’s not just him.
“I still have everything,” Mikhail admits.
“As do I,” Giovanni adds.
I take in a deep breath, glad I won’t have to see Mikhail lose his shit.
“What the fuck is happening?” Max asks.
Marco laughs, but it’s not the kind sprouted from joy. “Come on, Max. You’re a big boy. Figure it out.”
Max clenches his jaw, irritated by how Marco is talking to him. He shakes his head and puts his phone down on the table. He stands up and hands Mira to Giovanni. He places his hand on my shoulder as he passes behind me, making his way over to Marco.
“What did you do?” Max demands.
Marco smiles, not hiding his emotion. “You’re joking. Please tell me you’re joking,” he says as he stands up from his chair. He presses a finger against Max’s chest. “Youare the one who decided to get involved with the Clarkes. You just don’t know when to quit. Because of you, we have a fucking joker on our hands.”
“I’ll deal with it,” Max seethes.
I hold my tongue and watch them hash it out.
“If you want to deal with it, you need to fucking end it. Stop toying with that fucking family, Max. I’m over it.”
Max folds his arms and his head falls back. “Remember who you’re talking to.”
My glare turns into a worried expression. I’ve heard Max and Marco are really close friends, and to see them fighting like this concerns me. I can only assume they’re talking about the Clarkes.
I turn to look at Mikhail, and he simply shakes his head. He grabs onto my hand and stands up from his chair. “Let’s go. We’re leaving.”
