14. Nico
Chapter 14
Nico
I get Francesca’s text as I am on my way to look over the paperwork with Ivan. I can’t put this off, but I’m not missing out on a night with il mio tesoro .
I reach for my phone and call the club. I know what she can do while she waits for me, and what a sight it’ll be for me when I get there.
My cock stirs as I think about how beautiful she’ll look doing what I’ve planned.
“Rochelle, transfer me to Cat.” I don’t have time for pleasantries as I am almost at the warehouse where I am meeting Ivan, and I want to make sure my orders are followed through before I get there.
“Cat. I want you to place a wall mounted dildo in the center of the punishment room, and make sure it’s stuck to the floor,” I tell her.
“Oookay,” she says. “Anything else?”
“That’s all. I will message her with the details,” I confirm.
“Phones are not allowed, sir,” she informs me.
“I’m aware,” I tell her. “Just follow normal protocol.” I cut the call, knowing full well she’ll get her phone in that room because she’s impatient. Now she knows she’s waiting for one person, she can’t help but know when and where.
Even if that means breaking the rules.
We pull up to the warehouse, but I have to make one more call before I can wrap this up.
“Tony, I received the text, as I’m sure you’re aware, and your guy was lucky tonight,” I tell him. “I assume you passed the orders I gave you on to him?”
“I did, and I’ve spoken to them about it.” He sighs heavily.
“Word around town is he sent a suicide message to his brother, and my eyes on the ground say Brandon is accepting it for what it is,” I tell him. “So, like I said, he’s lucky. But this is a warning, next time my orders are not followed to the T, I won’t be so fucking lenient.” My voice is firm, and I inform him I have a list to send over with people that will be requiring visits. He knows that means not all will require the same treatment but most will. Tony only gets the list when it’s the end of the line for these people.
“Time to put this guy to work, and I want a clean job. Tommy is around to clean up. He’s just broken ground on the new site, so now's the time for getting our shit cleared up, do you understand?”
“I got it boss,” he responds.
Hanging up from Tony, I get out of the SUV and head inside. I have several of my soldiers with me as I suspect this isn’t going to be as smooth as it should be.
If Ivan is a smart man, he will sign the contract and we can both move on, but I suspect that won’t be the case.
My feet crunch across the gravel as I make my way to the dilapidated warehouse. My man goes first and pushes the old steel door with a squeak, which will alert everyone of our arrival.
I follow behind and see Ivan surrounded by his own men. He has his SUV parked up inside with its headlights beaming and his briefcase resting on the bonnet.
“Ah, Nico, welcome.” He meets me halfway and gestures to his men to lower their guns.
I nod at my men to do the same. I look around and see that there isn’t anyone else around other than what we have in front of us, which is good to see, as I have the place surrounded. You can never tell what you’re walking into nowadays.
Ivan laughs as we start to walk back. “I see you took care of that Irish bastard.”
I clench my jaw and glance over at him. Why would it matter to him, either way he’s getting paid and a pretty good price.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I heard it was suicide.” My tone remains calm.
“Come on, Nico, we all know that you can’t stand them. What a way to pay them back!” He slaps my back and stands in front of his car.
“Look, Ivan, I’m here to sign the paperwork. I have no desire to waste my time on the Irish. Do you have the documents?” I hold my hand out so I can make sure nothing has changed.
I reach up and rub my ear, letting my guys know to get ready as I’m not liking this situation.
If this shit goes south, Ivan will fucking pay for it, and these contracts will be mine even if it means he’s signed them in fucking blood.
My guys walk around the SUV and get in place.
“What’s happening here, Nico, this is just a friendly meeting?” Ivan looks around as my men have his surrounded.
“It is and once this paperwork is signed, we can move on, but something feels off, and I don’t like fucking surprises,” I say as I snatch the papers from his grasp.
I flip through the pages, when I land on the middle page, I see it. This is where the sly son of a bitch thought he could fuck me over!
I laugh darkly and walk closer to him. I raise my hand and grab Ivan’s face, shoving it down to the car bonnet.
“So, you thought you could rip me off, making me pay for contracts that were ultimately the O’Connors’. You thought that I wouldn’t realize at some point,” I spit out.
I push his head harder until I hear the pop of the metal, and I watch as his face turns red with the pressure I am applying.
“You expected me to pay the down payment and then, what, next month when you’d gone back to the motherland, the O’Connors would come knocking at my door for rent?” I laugh again.
The fucker thought he could sell the contracts to the O’Connors and then lease them to me, getting more money from us! Only problem is this isn’t a done deal with either party yet.
“It’s a good job I have my own contract prepared, one which you will sign, Ivan. I don’t care whether you're dead or alive when it’s done. But it will be done.” I shove his head once more, then step back.
I nod my head, and one of my guys moves forward and grabs Ivan’s arms from behind. Ivan’s soldiers raise their guns to shoot but my men are quicker and take them out one by one.
“You’ve been a fool, Ivan, too fucking greedy. For that you will pay,” I tell him as I head out of the warehouse toward the waiting SUV.
“Take him to the builder’s yard, and call Tommy to let him know to keep him secure until I get there, no food or water until I say,” I instruct.
I hear a chorus of “Yes boss” before I leave.