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“I was in the neighborhood.” He sits down without being invited. “I came to see if you’ve reconsidered my offer.”
“Was my reply not clear the first time around? The Grand River is not for sale.”
“Are you sure about that, Crawford?” He leans back, a smug smile curling his lips. “Three dealers didn’t come into work yesterday. So far, I’ve played nice. But it’d be a damned shame if one of your employees got hurt.”
My fingers close into fists. “You touch any of my people, and I will personally beat you to a pulp.”
“You,” he sneers. “I didn’t inherit my wealth from my father, Crawford. I clawed my way up. Don’t make any threats your Ivy League ass can’t carry out.”
This fucking guy. “Clawed your way up. Is that code for ‘married a daughter of Cosa Nostra?’” I lean forward. “I was on Princeton’s boxing team. Go ahead. Try me. Test my resolve.”
Mitchell lumbers to his feet. “You’re young,” he says. “Wealthy. Good-looking, even. You should keep it that way.” He’s almost at the door when he tosses a parting shot. “Thank Hughes for me, will you? Wagner’s turning into such a valuable employee.”
Fuck.
My headache roars back with a vengeance. Fuck it all to hell.
I pick up my phone and call Katrina. “What room do we have Nicky Z in?”
“She’s in a suite on the twenty-ninth floor.”
“Move her to the hotel penthouse floor, please.” The hotel’s penthouse is the level below us. “Put her PR rep there as well.”
“In another suite?” Katrina clicks some keys. “I can move Nicky Z into a suite, but we don’t have availability for her PR person, not unless—”
I don’t care where we put Nicky Z. Just Gabriella. “Put her in the Rose Room.”
Katrina audibly sucks in a breath. “You want me to put Nicky Z’s assistant in the room that’s reserved for visiting—”
I cut her off again. “Visiting family, yes.” My cousins—the ones that visit, anyway—are in Europe for the summer. The Rose Room is kept vacant because it’s the room where my father asked my mother to marry her. She said yes, and ever since then, even if we’re booked solid, we don’t put guests in that room. “We can hardly move Nicky Z and leave her assistant behind.”
“Sure.” Katrina sounds confused. “You’re the boss.”
It’s not because I want Gabriella that I’ve moved her to a nicer room, I tell myself. It’s just to thank her for helping us.
Even I know that’s a lie.
