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As far I can tell, no. I had a man following him. He told me Jerry broke some kid’s arm for being late.
Late for what?
Good question.
You know me, Big. I don’t do drugs and I don’t sell flesh. What I do here at the casino is plenty.
Yeah, it was the same for mine. Our grandfathers were smart enough to keep what we did inside the casinos. It was a lucrative business to skim. We didn’t need the other shit. And if the men working for us didn’t steal or rat, they had good jobs.
He’s going to eat sand. Gio leveled me with a no-bullshit stare.
Gio was going to kill him.
I nodded. “Good call, but don’t do anything reckless. Make a plan.”
Even though Old Gio was ruthless, he was levelheaded, and he kept his emotions on a leash. My grandfather was similar. Business came first. Young Gio was the opposite. He was dubbed Bugsy for good reason. He was known to snap before he thought the situation through. He got that from Kitty.
He grinned at me, leaning back in his chair, setting his hands behind his head. “I always do.”
Unless the unexpected happened. It wouldn’t be beneath Gio to run behind Lou with a bat through his casino.
His casino. It wasn’t his yet.
“What’s going on with Old Gio? He set you up with a bride yet?”
Old Gio was pushing Gio to marry. Thought it would help settle him down a bit.
Gio waved a hand. “He has no control over my relationship status.”
I grinned.
Gio shot me the bird. “I got this.”
My phone pinged and I held up a finger. Gio made a go-ahead motion. I stuck the phone to my ear and answered as I took position behind him and looked out over the city, straight to my casino down the street.
Behind me, Gio burned our correspondence.
“Bigatti.”
“We have a situation at the casino, Mr. Bigatti. A woman cheated the table.”
“How much?” It didn’t matter how big or how little. She’d be paying me interest until she took her last breath, even if she worked at my hotel for free.
Thousands. She cheated me for thousands.
“Keep her there.”
“Of course. But…she’s asking for you. Demanding to speak with you.”
This wouldn’t be a one-sided conversation then—fucking good.
I hung up and left.
5
MR. BIG
I fixed my suit as I strode into my casino. A few of my employees glanced at me as I walked in. Even though it wasn’t their fault, they knew my mood was going to be dark.
