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“You want me to escort him out, or take him out? Just need you to clarify.”
I pause before replying. If it were anyone else that dared to be so fucking impertinent, I’d have given him the same treatment I did Alan Tyler. But the Tadescos, whether or not they have someone on the throne, are powerful. I must tread carefully.
“Just make sure he can’t get back into the casino again,” I tell him.
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Alexander,” Mason says when I pause at his desk located just outside my office.
“Is he on the way up?”
“He’s already in your office.” He nods toward the door. “There are two security officers with him.”
“Thanks. And Mason,” I call back to him before moving on. “There’s a young woman staying in the penthouse with me. She needs a dress for tonight. Please make sure that she gets one and be discreet about it.”
“Yes sir.”
With a long sigh, I enter my office. Marco is sitting at one of the two chairs in front of my desk, the security guards flanking him.
He turns to me with a snarky grin plastered to his face, one that says he got his way.
I toss my briefcase onto the desk and take my seat. Tilting my head, I stare at him, at his beady eyes and disturbingly large mole on his left cheek. Pointing to it, I ask, “You ever get that checked?”
His smile vanishes and he subconsciously rubs at it. “It’s fine. I’ve had it since I can remember.”
“Yeah, but has it always been that big?” Now I’m the one that grins. “I’m sure it’s nothing. But you never know. Anything can kill you now a days, right?”
A grayish hue spreading over his skin, he giggles in a way that makes me cringe. He shifts in his seat. “You tryin’ to scare me?”
“Just making sure you’re being careful. Dangerous things don’t always look it.”
“You’re dangerous, Gavin.” He raises his palms in a placating gesture. “I know it as well as anyone. I know the company you keep and the things you do if they betray you.”
“Then why the fuck pester me like this?”
“If it weren’t important, I wouldn’t be here.”
I motion for my security to leave. When the door closes behind them, I say to Marco, “Well, you’ve got my attention.”
He settles deeper into his seat. “I wanted to speak with you about the alliance.”
“What about it?”
“I’ve been giving it a lot of thought. It was a mistake not to join.”
“What made you change your mind? Last I recall, you didn’t like that Luca was heading up the team.”
His jaw tenses. It’s obvious he still doesn’t like the idea of Luca in control. “I’d like to take my father’s place. If I don’t, the Tadescos are through in Chicago.”
“Why come to me? You should have gone to Luca and Carina.”
“I already went to them,” he informs me, frustration visible in his expression.
“And?” I want to hear his side.
“Let’s just say, the bitch wasn’t exactly open to it. Neither was his wife.” He giggles again, his upper lip quivering.
“Careful, Marco,” I warn. “I consider them family.”
He recovers his composure quickly, but the tension in his face remains. “Sorry. It just grated my nerves that he refused to aid me after that whole speech about joining forces. Even though my Pops was the first to die at the hands of Gideon, I’m being left out in the cold.”
