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“This is a big job. Too big to handle alone.” Frank’s somber, foreboding voice filled the room. He led Alex out of the bedroom while his guys snapped on rubber gloves and proceeded to bag all the drug works. “But I think you already know that, or you would’ve called in your own team.”
“I still don’t understand why you wanna help this fucker.” Samson let his eyes sweep over Alex. “Nothing but a useless piece of shit.”
Frank paused, contemplating Samson’s words.
Alex tugged on Frank’s arm. “You have to help me,” he pleaded. “No one can know about this. It would ruin my political chances—it would ruin everything.”
“Then I suggest you close your fuckin’ mouth and let me do what I’m good at—covering up for assholes who go too far.”
“I never meant for this to happen.” Alex wiped at his eyes.
Holy fuck, the asshole was crying.
“Right, it’s amazing how things can fall to shit when you spend the night shooting drugs while fuckin’ nameless hookers.”
“I say we let him swing.” Samson huffed out a laugh. “I don’t think you’ll be getting any more awards from the governor when he finds out you got a junkie whore dead in your bed.”
Monroe’s eyes darted between Frank and Samson like a caged animal about to be eaten. The look of desperation on his arrogant face filled Samson with satisfaction, a minor payback for all the shit he caused.
“Please,” Alex begged.
Frank flicked his hand at Monroe. “Pull yourself together, and let us get this shit done.”
Alex darted into the bathroom, where his retching made Samson smile. “Fuckin’ unbelievable. This punk can dish it out, but he sure can’t take it.”
“Amazing how the privileged get undone by a dead body.” Frank casually surveyed the suite. “Didn’t know they had these penthouses at the Beverly Wilshire. Have to check it out next time I’m in town—for pleasure, not business.” He ended the sentence with a smarmy grin Samson clearly remembered from the old days. Frank had ice running through his veins.
The shower turned on, and a few minutes later turned off. Alex emerged from the steamy bathroom dressed but not looking much better. He jerked his head toward the bedroom as he shifted his feet. “You promise you’ll take care of everything, and my name will never be associated with this, right?”
Frank jerked his thumb and nodded to Samson. “It’s up to him.”
“Then I say fuck off.” Samson glared at Alex as his face turned a sickly shade of green.
“Please, you have to help me.”
Samson curled his lip and shook his head. “I don’t have to do anything fucker, and the only reason I’m even here, aside from enjoying watching you squirm, is for Lisbeth.”
Alex shifted his feet, his eyes skittered between him and Frank.
“Here’s the deal.” Samson figured he’d end the suspense. “All this magically disappears if you leave Club Wicked alone. No more bogus drug charges or random raids.”
Alex jerked his head in a shuddering nod. “Yes, anything.”
“But most of all, you leave Lisbeth alone. From now on, you act like you never heard her name, and tell your punk son to do the same, understood?” Samson narrowed his eyes and bit back a smile when Monroe shivered.
“Yes, yes, you have my word.”
“I wouldn’t trust your word for shit, but you better just make sure I never see your face again, or all this nasty business will be floodin’ the internet and the six o’clock news.”
“Understood.” Alex flashed a look to Frank. “I won’t forget this favor.”
“Damn straight you won’t 'cause right now my boys are taking pictures and bagging all the drug shit. I’m sure your DNA is all over that room. Plus, I have access to the hotel security cameras that show you entering the hotel with the girl, having a drink at the bar with her, then in the elevator to this room—so yeah, we won’t forget either.”
Samson had to hand it to Frank; he always did a thorough job of fuckin’ people up.
Alex swallowed hard, collected his belongings, gave them one more deer-in-the-headlights look, then rushed out of the room and through the door.
Frank slowly locked and dead-bolted the door, then turned to Samson. “Amazing how the rich turn into pussies when shit gets too real.”
