29. Nico
Chapter 29
Nico
W hat the actual fuck is she doing here! And why is she fucking calling him handsome? This guy is a slimy mother fucker who doesn’t deserve her time.
I glare at her, but it doesn’t seem to stop her flirting with him. I need to get her out of here before Frankie arrives, and he better fucking arrive. He’s already late as it is.
As she leaves, I have no idea what Brendon says to her as all I can see is his eyes latched to her ass … My ass!
“Fuck me, I wouldn’t say no to that, would you?” He nods toward Francesca.
“Let's get back to business shall we,” I tell him as I slide the chair around to obstruct his view.
“Look, I don’t know why you called this meeting, Nico, but whatever it is I can’t see that I’ll be interested.” He laughs. “You and I both know that it won’t be long before it’ll be me in charge around here, and you will be nothing but a distant memory.” He smirks as he raises his empty glass and shakes it, which I assume means he wants a top up.
Laughing at him, I can’t help but pity the guy. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”
I pull my phone from my pocket and text Tony.
Me: Where the fuck is Frankie?
Tony: Inside, just about to deliver the drink, will text when done.
I return my phone to my pocket and turn my head to see Francesca put her phone away, then smirking as she covers her hands in white gloves.
What the fuck!, this can’t be. No, I refuse to believe it. This cannot be the Frankie from England.
I am interrupted by the ringing of my phone and excuse myself from the table as I take the call.
“Marco, what is it?”
“You’re not gonna fucking believe this, you need to get back to the club ASAP,” he rushes out.
“Can you deal with it? I am in the middle of something.” I sigh.
“There’s a woman here, she’s in a bad way, and asked specifically for you. She said that Gabriele sent her. You need to get back.” I hear him talking in the background with someone and her telling him more details between sobs.
“Do you think she is genuine?” I ask.
“Honestly, I do, yes. She just said that she and Gabriele were being held in a basement by Brendon O’Connor.” He mutters under his breath for someone to go and fetch some clothes for the woman.
“I’m on my way. Send Tony to the location he has Frankie at, Now!,” I order.
“Got it, see you soon,” he tells me before cutting the line.
Turning, I watch as Francesca places the drink down in front of Brendon. He picks the glass up and swirls the bourbon around, ice hitting the side, and it’s all I can hear. Everything in this room has gone silent around me apart from the clink, clink of the cubes tapping gently in that glass; the glass filled with liquid that will kill him instantly if he drinks it.
Quickly, I snap out of my shocked haze and call Tony.
“Boss,” he answers straight away.
“Call off the job,” I tell him.
“What? It’s on, he has it now,” he blurts out.
“Well, take it away,” I tell him. “I am sure Francesca is capable of reversing this. It is nonnegotiable.” I hang up and head over to the table as she leaves.
I hear her phone ring, and she lets out a frustrated sigh.
She walks back over to our table. “Hey, baby.” She nibbles on her bottom lip and slides onto his lap. My temper gets hotter, and I’m sure I’ll lose my molars if I grind my teeth anymore.
I watch his hand run up her leg. “You couldn’t resist, huh?” He smiles as he buries his lips into her neck.
It’s interesting watching her face change when he isn’t looking; changing to anger. I have never seen it before, but she looks like she could truly kill this guy right now. It makes me relax to see this reaction from her.
“Oops,” she says as she knocks his drink from the table to the floor, causing people to look over at the smashing of glass. The contents splash on his expensive gray slacks, and she jumps out of his lap, her hand flying to her chest. “Oh my god.” She drops to her knees. “I’m so sorry. I’m super clumsy. I guess you just make me nervous.” She giggles as she takes the napkin from the table and starts to dab his leg, trying to dry the wet patch.
He reaches for her cheek and brushes his thumb across it gently. “Oh, darlin’, don’t worry about that, you can make it up to me later.” He winks at her before turning back to me.
“I think we both know this meeting is pointless. I came to humor you, but we have nothing to say to each other,” he tells me as he stands.
Pulling my phone out, I text Tony.
Me: She will leave with him, and you will get him to the yard.
Tony: Got it.
Me: Keep him on ice until I get there.
Tony: Sure thing.
“Come on, let's go somewhere private.” He pulls her from the floor and places his arm around her shoulder.
“Okay, I need to get my stuff.” Her eyes cast down, as if she is embarrassed, but I know she isn’t. I have seen her embarrassed before and this is not that, although she is a fucking good actress.
“I will see you soon.” I stand and think about offering my hand to O’Connor but decide any pleasantries aren’t worth it. This man’s days are numbered.
“You can count on it.” He laughs and leaves the table. Walking over to the bar, he leans against it with his hands in his pockets waiting for Francesca … a.k.a. Frankie. I’m fucking pissed about that, but I have bigger problems right now, so Tony will have to wait.
I leave the bar and head straight to the club. If what this woman is saying is correct, I have to get to my brother, and I don’t have time to waste. O’Connor can wait.