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“You gave a thief money after he cheated you. Then that woman, Anderson, steals from you and you reward her with lavish gifts. Rewarding thieves.” He shakes his head. “I lost so much respect.”
“So that’s how Marco got in.” Gustavo was the man on the inside. The one with the security clearance needed. And like me, he hates thieves to the point of being unreasonable.
“He came to me with an offer to take over the casino, it made sense. I could do a better job than you.”
I laugh. “You honestly believe Marco would put you as head of the casino?” Not to mention the legalities of it.
“It’s what we bargained for. I secure the casino and finance his endeavors in Chicago, I get to run this place.”
“About that, I changed my mind.” A shot nearly deafens me, the heat of it warming up the air by my face, as the bullet flies towards Gustavo, hitting him between the eyes.
I spin to the sound of a familiarly weird giggle to find Marco Tadesco standing right behind me. The barrel of his gun shifts from where Gustavo was just standing, to my head.
His teeth glint in the light of the fireplace. “Somehow I didn’t believe you’d actually come. Gustavo told me you would, but I didn’t believe it.”
“I like surprising people like that.” I smirk.
“Not very smart. But it’s not you I’m after. Where’s Luca?”
Shrugging, I say, “My guess is in bed.”
He scowls. Then his lips curl in a snarl. “Where the fuck is he?”
“Your guess is as good as mine.”
“The alliance is here. They’re always here,” he insists.
“Not this time. Sorry you wasted your energy on this,” I say apologetically. “Turns out my cause wasn’t good enough.”
“Mother fucker!” He laughs and shoots another round, this one hitting the floor a few inches from my foot. “I want Luca Sinacore.”
“Don’t we all,” someone says from behind Marco.
He whirls, but too late.
Blood splatters across my face and I immediately begin wiping at it, far too disgusted to consider I might be next. When I finally look, I find Marco lying at my feet, his eyes relaxed and affixed on the ceiling.
Gideon comes to stand beside me, the smoking gun still in his hand. “Was it just me or was his laugh so fucking annoying?”
“It was annoying,” I confirm, rubbing my sleeve across my cheek.
“I hoped to question him some, but I’m not sure I could have sat through his confessions. C’est la vie.” Dipping his hand into his coat pocket, he pulls out two coins. Pennies. “One and two,” he says as he lays them over Marco’s eyes. “So you can pay the Ferryman when he takes you to Hell.”
There’s something about the way he says it that strikes me as odd. “I thought you were the Ferryman.”
He grins. “Who told you that?”
I frown, unsure what he means. But before I get to question him further, Rowan joins us.
“There’s something you need to see,” he says.
We follow him into Club Voyeur. Everything is exactly as it was the day of the explosion. It’s as if no one has bothered to clean up, much less begin repairs.
“My men found this.” Rowan opens the door to one of the offices to reveal several guards standing around a man and a woman.
“Patrick? Sheila?”
He’s leaning against the desk, looking worse for the wear. “Gavin, you’re alive?”
