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"You want power, I take it, Mr. Jacobson. That's why you're wanting to throw your hat into the race for Mayoral candidacy. But what if you could get that power elsewhere?"
Oh, now Makenna is toying with him.
"What do you have in mind?"
"I mean, if you ran for actual politics, Mr. Jacobson, it would give you a prime position to run for presidency, wouldn't you say?"
The man balks at her words. "What?"
"You want power. What better power than becoming the leader of a free state? I mean, isn't that your dream, to become the most powerful man in New York?"
He pauses for a moment and purses his lips, watching us all. "And what would you get out of this deal?"
Makenna blinks innocently, but no one is buying that, not anymore.
"Mrs. Bianchi, you are not here to give me advice. You're here for a reason. I think now is the time to make it known what you want. What is it that you are to gain from this?"
She laughs. "Oh, Harry." She tuts. “You aren’t ever going to become President, nor will you become Mayor. You are blinded by your dreams. You can buy as many votes as you’d like from the politicians and judges, but it’s not them who’ll get you the votes. It’s the people on the street, and they do not like you. They don't like your family, and there's no fucking way in hell you'd ever change their view."
Harry Junior pipes up, his laughter grating on me. He's fucking loving this. He thinks he's sitting on top. He's far fucking from it. "We have everything," he says smugly. "Every fucking thing we need."
"You sure about that?" I ask with a raised brow.
"Your fiancée left you because you're a fuckin' asshole who couldn't keep his dick in his pants," Ace taunts.
Makenna tuts. "What's everyone going to think when it comes time to run for office? Hmm? Your sleazy son cheated on his sweet fiancée who teaches first grade. Or the fact that you're in bed with the Albanians, who are known for sex trafficking. You think that's going to be a good look for you, Jacobson?"
Harry Junior pales at her words, his gaze sliding to his father, who's staring at us all with disdain. "What is it that you want," the old man hisses.
"Your association with the Albanians is now over. You are no longer in business with them," Makenna says, and gone is the sweet tone. She's beyond pissed now. "And Esme Greene no longer exists for you. The both of you."
It's as though a switch flips, and the old man sits up straighter. Gone is the fragility he had. Instead, I can see why he's amassed millions. He's ruthless. I can see it in the depths of his green eyes.
"You cunt," he snarls low. "You think you can waltz in here and I'll give into your demands? That I'll allow you to dictate what I'm going to do? No. That's never going to happen, you stupid bitch. I'm going to run as mayor, I'm going to win, and there's nothing you can do about that." His smirk is patronizing. "Everything is set in motion, whore. Everything is ready to go ahead. I'm not backing out just because you say so. I have plans."
"You're coming for us," Makenna says, and there's no emotion in her voice. "That's why you're in bed with the Albanians. You're trying to get a foothold on the drug trade in America." Her lips curve into a smile. "Good luck with that," she taunts. "You truly believe you're going to be our downfall?"
The old man smirks. "The best thing about the Albanians is that they're not scared of you. They know that going into business with me will bring them everything they desire."
"You need to think about what you're doing, old man," Ace snarls. "Goin' against all of us isn't goin' to work in your favor."
"You people have such confidence. I get it. You believe you can't be touched. You're wrong. We're going to enjoy bringing you all down."
I can't help but laugh. Fuck, these assholes are completely fucking deluded.
Harry Junior stays quiet, his fists clenched, his eyes narrowed and filled with hatred, his gaze solely on me. "Esme's had her fun. She got down and dirty with you," he grunts at me, spittle flying from the corners of his mouth. "She's had her rough and fun. Now it's time to come back home and settle down."
I glance at Ace. I'm done with this fucking asshole. There's no way I'm going to allow that to happen. He can think again if he believes Esme is going back to him.
The server comes to the table with Makenna's tea. I watch the blonde smirk as she brings the cup to her lips, inhales deeply, and then puts the cup down. “Yeah, I’m not going to drink that. It tastes like piss.” She rises to her feet, a scowl on her face. “Gentlemen, you have been thoroughly entertaining.”
Old man Jacobson’s eyes narrow as he watches her. “Be wise, Mrs. Bianchi. You do not want another enemy. You have lost a lot of loved ones due to your family's ignorance. You wouldn't want to lose more."
Makenna bristles at his words. "Oh, Harry boy, you have no idea who the fuck you're dealing with."
"I'll be seeingyoureal soon, Jacobson," Dante snarls. "If I were you, I'd keepyourloved ones close." The man is pissed that the asshole threatened his wife.
Dante and Makenna move from the table. Both have their heads held high. This meeting went the way we knew it would. There was no way the fucker was ever going to give up what his plans were, but instead, we got to know that he's planning. We were all his targets from the beginning.
