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“I agree. She needs protection. I will talk to her first think in the morning before you get here.” Zach says.
I shake Zach Fielding’s hand before I leave for my office.
Chapter Three
“In the midst of chaos, there is also opportunity”
? Sun tzu, The Art of War
Bobby
My office is in a downtown Chicago high rise office building. Oh, by the way, I own the building. The Outfit has one floor. All my Sotto Capos, Nick, and my brothers, have offices and access to secretaries, accountants, and attorneys. The Outfit no longer meets in seedy back rooms in old Italian restaurants. We have graduated to posh, professional, offices. We all wear 3-piece suits just like regular corporate assholes.
My bodyguards and soldiers are waiting for me in my corner office. My office has a fantastic view of Chicago’s Magnificent Mile. The view of nighttime Chicago is so bright we don’t need to turn on any lights. All the offices have floor to ceiling windows. My desk is custom-made – glass, metal, and natural wood. I like expensive things. First impressions, you know.
Fuck! I am tired. Long day. Longer night. I sit down behind my massive desk.
“Boss we got rid of the bodies. We searched the warehouse – didn’t find anything – and then torched it.” My capodecina explains.
“Good.”
“Fraco Balderas is here to discuss a possible alliance with the Razors, now that Villalobos is dead.”
Fraco Balderas is the Outfit’s contact in the Razors. He told Paul Jr. where Villalobos was holding Gwen.
Balderas walks into my office with two of his men. Balderas is a short man from Columbia. The muscular man is covered in tattoos. He has the ear of Ramone Moya – head of the Columbian Moya Drug Cartel. Scary guy. Not crazy like Villalovos.
“Bobby.”
“Fraco.”
Balderas and his men do not sit down. They will not be here long.
“I talked to Ramone. There will be no repercussions. Salvador Villalovos acted on his own. He deserved to die. He should have never abducted your woman.”
“Why did he do it? How did he even know I was going to marry Gwen Fielding?”
“The Russians. They want war. So did Salvador. Sal got in bed with the Antonovich brothers. Sal and the Antonovich brothers do not want you as capo. They hate you and the Outfit. Sal was supposed to kill your woman so you couldn’t control the Fielding real estate empire. They want to weaken you.”
“Fucking Antonovich brothers.”
I rub the scruff on my face.
“Capo, Sal was a crazy fucker. He double-crossed the Russians. He went off on his own. He decided to use her to blackmail you for more drug territory.”
“Did the Antonovich brothers tell Villalovos to rob one of our drug houses?”
“Yes. They want to cripple the Outfit. Ramone did not like the Antonovich brothers using Salvador. He hates them. The Moya cartel would rather work with the Outfit than the Russian Bratva.”
Those Russian bastards.What are they doing?A power grab - they want it all. Chicago does not need a turf war. Maybe an alliance with the Antonovich brothers? Fuck me. I am missing something. I massage my forehead. I feel a headache starting.
“We torched your warehouse, Fraco. Killed Salvador and his men.”
“We know.”
“What do you want in return?”
I pull a bottle of expensive scotch out of my desk drawer. I hold up the bottle in offering. I take a long pull. I pass the bottle to one of my soldiers.
