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“You know, I was wondering that myself. I was about to fall asleep when it came to me. I want to do this properly. Get married to her and then have children.”
He clasps his hands to his chest. “True love.”
“You know she left this morning without speaking to me?” I shake my head with a smile. “No woman has ever left without me making them go.”
“Funny, they all do that after a night with me. What about Adrian?”
“He’s never stayed over.”
Gianni grins. “Since when did you do funnies? Come on Boss, get your head out of the clouds and back down in the dirt where it belongs. What do you want to do with North?”
I let out a sigh, feeling the weight of the decision. “I’ll deal with him personally. It’s high time he realized the severity of his actions. His gambling isn’t just a vice; it’s a direct threat to his own daughter.”
Gianni stands, a determined look etched on his face. “I’ll go tell the priest to get things ready. You’ll find the father of the bride through that door.”
I push the door open and find Adrain cornered by a pair of menacing figures, unmistakably Ivanov’s goons, their intentions clear from their stance and the grim set of their faces.
Adrian looks small between them, his usual bravado nowhere to be seen, replaced by a palpable fear.
“Guys,” he’s saying. “I’m good for the money. I’ve got connections. Rafael Bianchi, you heard of him?”
“You work for Bianchi?” one of the goons snarls. “That’s bullshit.”
“Gentlemen,” I interject, my voice calm but carrying an edge that cuts through the tension.
The goons turn, recognizing me immediately, and a moment of silent communication passes between us. They step aside, albeit reluctantly.
Adrian looks up, relief washing over his face as he sees me. “Rafael,” he gasps, a mixture of surprise and gratitude in his voice. “See, fellas, I told you. I’ve got connections.”
I address the casino’s enforcers with a cold professionalism. “How much does he owe?”
One of them, a burly man with a scar tracing down his cheek, replies gruffly, “Couple of thousand. It’s a minor debt, but he’s been warned before. Wanted to walk out without clearing it. We let him do that once already. No second chances.”
I nod, understanding the situation. Pulling out a wad of cash, I hand it over without a second thought. “Consider his debt cleared,” I say, the words not just a statement but a declaration of my intervention.
The goon takes the money, counting it quickly before nodding in acknowledgment. “He’s lucky you’re here,” he mutters to Adrian, a hint of respect in his voice.
I turn my attention to Amelia’s father, pulling him aside, away from prying eyes and eager ears. “Adrian,” I start, my voice low and controlled, “What do you think you’re doing? I gave you that money to clear your debts, not run up more of them.”
He stammers, trying to find his footing after the scare. “I was on a winning streak, but those shysters cheated me. Listen, I can take the money you gave me and double it. Trust me. I’ve got a system.”
The audacity of his reply ignites my anger, but I keep it in check. Grabbing him by the collar, I pull him close, ensuring he understands the gravity of the situation.
“You’re playing with your daughter’s future,” I hiss, making sure my words hit home. “You’re insulting me. You think that’s wise, Adrian?”
His eyes widen, the reality of his actions finally dawning on him. “I—I didn’t think—”
I push him back, a physical reminder of my warning. “I want something in return for clearing your debts yet again.”
“You want another night with Amelia? She’s yours. I’ll bring her over to the club. I mean, sure, you already took her virginity, but she’s worth another night, right?”
“I’ll give you the address of a church,” I tell him, pulling a pen from my jacket.
“Church? Why?” The question is weak, almost defeated.
“For your daughter’s wedding. To me,” I clarify, leaving no room for misunderstanding.
The shock is evident on his face, a mix of disbelief and realization. “A wedding? You can’t.”
