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“Let's go over to his house,” Vito said.
“Can we go after we eat?” Zindel asked. “I mean, can't you just send someone over there?”
He could.
Vito sighed. “Fine. Demir, send Antonio over there to check on Vinny.”
“All right,” Demir said, then called the big man to give him the task.
“I'll get back to you as soon as I have something,” Antonio said.
“Good,” Demir hung up. He wondered how Antonio's relationship was going with Giovanni. Speaking of which, the mobster had just stepped out of the men's bathroom. He froze when he saw Vito and Demir standing there with Zindel.
“I was just about to ask where you were. How can you be Zindel's bodyguard if you're not watching him?” Vito asked, his gaze was as serious as his concern, making Giovanni stiffen.
“Stop,” Zindel said, slapping Vito's pec. “He'd just walked away to piss before you came out. And two guards on my team are right outside that door. I'm safer than Fort Knox with the amount of security you have on me.”
Vito sighed and kissed Zindel. “You're never too safe as far as I'm concerned.”
“But Icanbe too hungry. Can we go eat now?” Zindel asked.
Vito chuckled and nodded, then led the way.
Giovanni followed in step beside Demir, and they made their way to the waiting car.
***
Demir listened as his boss and best friend conversed with his lover, Zindel. It would appear that he wasn't listening, but he was even as he cut into his own steak, medium rare.
“Oh my god, they have the best crab cakes,” Zindel declared after he swallowed the first bite of a perfectly baked crab cake he'd ordered.
Vito watched him as he licked his lips and smiled. He loved spoiling his minx. “Get more to go, then.”
“Oh, don't worry, I will. And I want another order of their shrimp scampi,” he said, then popped a shrimp into his mouth.
Vito chuckled as he cut into his steak, medium well.
Demir watched the two men as they ate, but his attention was focused on their surroundings, as always. Giovanni was doing the same, even though both men were also enjoying their lunch. Before they could finish their meal, his cell began ringing. He answered when he saw that it was Antonio calling him.
“What's up?”
“We've got a fucking problem. Vinny's dead,” Antonio informed him in his deep, gruff tone soaked in his Italian-American accent.
Immediately, Demir placed his fork down, his back straightened. “What happened?”
“I came to his home, knocked and shit, but he didn't answer. So, I just broke in because I saw his car was in the driveway.”
“And his alarm didn't go off?” Demir asked.
“No, his security system was offline.”
That was extremely suspicious to Demir.
Antonio continued. “I searched and found him in the bathtub, dead. Looks like he electrocuted himself.”
“How the fuck did he do that?” Demir asked with a frown.
“What's wrong?” Vito asked him.
