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Rogue snorted. “Spent an hour together. It used to take you years to like anyone.”
Sal shrugged. “Well, I probably don’t have years, so I’ve sped up my process. But that one made it easy. A really sweet and genuine vibe. A good soul. Had a great conversation about her, her family, and of course, work.”
That statement piqued Trey’s interest.
“She told you she worked here?” Trey asked.
“No, she mentioned a club but didn’t give the name. From what I recall, she was concerned that she was going to be late. I said that her bosses would probably understand considering the circumstance, but she wasn’t so sure about one of them.”
“What did she say?” Rogue’s tone was harsh but controlled. He knew better than to demand anything from Sal.
“Well, that’s between her and me, but I have to admit—” Sal smiled, looking between both him and Rogue. “—she’s very smart and good at reading people.” Sal folded his arms. “And obviously, very beautiful.”
Trey’s lips twitched. It wasn’t often anyone could get away with taunting Rogue, but Sal was on another level, always had been and always would be. Retirement didn’t mean much in the Underground. One’s legacy lived on.
“Are we fucking done talking about her yet?” Rogue snapped.
“Yeah.” Sal nodded, taking the last bit of enjoyment of Rogue’s annoyance. “Oz tells me you’ve decided to partner up with Killcreek.”
Rogue scoffed. “Decision’s not made yet.”
Yes, it was. Rogue had no choice, but in true Rogue fashion, he’d prolong the inevitable.
“You have to let it go, Rogue.”
“No, I don’t, Sal. They fucked us over.”
Trey steeled his reaction, watching Sal slowly shake his head. If anyone could get through to Rogue, it was Sal. He’d not only been their boss and leader for decades. He’d served as a surrogate father to all three of them. When Sal spoke, they listened. Honored, beloved, and respected, above all others. How could they not?
Sal saved us.
“You made a risky deal and lost. Sometimes, that’s the way it works. They didn’t steal from you, Rogue. They outsmarted you, which I know was an extreme blow to your ego. Let that shit go and move on.”
Trey forced his lips flat.
Sal turned to Trey. “What are your thoughts?”
“I think it’s a solid deal and the best chance we have moving the shipments with the lowest risk. Killcreek won’t turn on us. They’ll take the heat, if necessary.”
“Oh yeah.” Rogue scowled. “’Cause those motherfuckers are so damn trustworthy.”
Trey arched his brow in challenge. “They are. You don’t have to like or respect them, but they can be trusted. Ace has never wavered on that, and you know it.”
Rogue took a sip of his drink, ignoring Trey. Trey shared a look with Sal, who gave a subtle nod. They were so in tune Trey read the gesture. This was as far as they’d get for now.
“Anything else?” Trey asked.
“Actually, I have a request,” Sal said, pulling out a piece of paper with account numbers scribbled on the yellow legal head paper. “It seems that the facility doesn’t qualify for extra funding this year. Going to need you to talk to your whiz kids in corporate and fudge the numbers.”
Trey reached out, took the slip of paper, and snickered. “I can do that.”
Rogue snorted. “Is this where you’re at? Falsifying documents for a better activities program of pottery and line dancing?”
Sal spread out his arms. “This is what you boys have to look forward to.”
“Fucking shoot me,” Rogue said.
Sal arched his brow. “Oh, I’ve been tempted many times.”
