Chapter 40
Vance Marchetti sat in his pristine home.
A finger on the diamond ring he had just taken from a man who now must be deep in the ocean somewhere having lunch with the sharks.
His office was made of black interior aesthetic the only sign of life being him in a colorful hawaiian shirt and shorts. A contrast from his surroundings.
This was nothing new for Vance with anyone who knew him personally.
He had a bright personality and a lethal edge combined together.
The kind of psychopath who needed to be studied for years.
A knock was heard on his door. He shifted his weight and slightly turned his head.
He pressed the button beneath his desk and the door flew open.
" Sir you have a visitor," his henchman reported. Uninterested he continued gazing at the ring's curving. The man who had reported knew better than to repeat himself unless he wanted his head served to himself. After five minutes of total silence he asked. "What did you say Marcello?"
"Someone is here to see you. He says it's something which has been on your mind lately."
"Interesting. Let him in."
Marchetti sat up straight a smirk playing on his lips various possibilities in his mind. He wondered who dared read what was in his mind lately.
Rousell strode majestically into the office eyeing every corner. The man behind his desk observed him like a panther ready to pounce. His smile widened as he realized who stood in his house.
"Look what the cat dragged in," Vance stood to shake the man's hand directing him to the recliner away from his desk.
"Mr Prime Minister what a pleasure to see you. To what do I owe this unannounced visit?"
Rousell smiled at Marchetti carefully selecting his words. He had heard about the reputation of the attractive man. Already have worked with Romano Marchetti before he knew the apple didn't fall far from the tree.
"Please don't call me that. You can call me Dave."
"Already dropping formalities I wonder where this is headed." Marchetti poured a drink for himself. He turned to the prime minister and offered.
"Would you fancy brandy, whiskey or rum."
Dave thought through the question like a test. He wasn't a wild reckless boy to drink rum neither was he interested in showing hunger games with whiskey he was a man with elegant taste and fine upbringing.
"Brandy will do."
Marchetti's laughter echoed through the room while pouring his guest his drink of choice. The wheels in his head turning knowing this was no ordinary partnership.
He put the glass on the table and headed back to his luxurious seat behind the desk.
The message conveying who was in charge.
Rousell turned uncomfortably to watch the man since he had to strain his head in order to maintain eye contact.
The other option was to stand but he was too proud of a man to do that.
"So what do I owe this visit from the soon to be head of state."
"Alas Marchetti let it not be said I was conspiring against the president. Those are your words not mine."
Marchetti sat up straight at the mention of his name. He wanted to add that's Mr Marchetti to you and thought against it. Of course he'd like the older man to think he had the reigns before he dropped him off the horse.
"Now let's get straight to the real reason you are here. It sure wouldn't be that you've missed me and all of sudden you are here and I know this definitely isn't about the girls who were rescued in the warehouse. If it is you know that's very bad for business," Marchetti announced.
Dave undid a button in his shirt and loosened his tie a bit. Marchetti was beginning to unsettle him. He brought up the issue of the girls who that nosy detective had rescued down at the warehouse while looking for Mariya. It was the perfect opportunity to push his agenda.
"It's all because of Kayde Williams. The detective cooked up some crazy scheme to search the warehouse and rescued the girls. Luckily it wasn't traced back to us." He smiled proudly watching Marchetti.
"And you consider that a win. I don't think my father would be happy to hear his cash cows are missing," he spoke calmly.
The prime minister turned uneasily in the chair taking a sip of the brandy which was a bit scotching on his tongue and throat. Maybe it was the taste he disliked or the words coming out of Vance Marchetti's mouth. He dared called the girls cash cows that was inhumane even for him.
"That is unnecessary and we wouldn't want to distract Mr Marchetti with such trivial issues. I have everything under control," he cleared his throat.
Vance smiled deviously toying with the brown haired man enjoying his obvious discomfort.
"Enough with the nitty gritty. Talk to me Dave..." His words a suggestion rather than a request.
"Detective Williams wants an investigation of our latest equipment. Our man on the inside notified me after his honeymoon he plans on carrying a search in the safe house. It's information which his chief doesn't have since he wants to gain merit with the raid," he reported.
Marchetti's hand tightened on the glass his eyes squinting at the information. The mention of the detective's name brought a vein on his head. It was evident he did not like the blond haired man.
Rousell hid behind a smile knowingly. His man had spilled the beans on Marchetti's obsession with Ivan Bratan. Anyone who knew Ivan Bratan closely would be able to tell that there was some tension between him and the newly wed detective. It was the perfect way to get Williams out of the way.
"Is the information you are giving solid?" He asked leaning back in his chair a calculated look in his eyes.
"Positive. I wouldn't be here on intangible hints."
He stood up abruptly glass in hand and walked to where the older man sat. He analyzed him silently then took a seat opposite him.
"We can't have Williams tamper with any of our businesses anymore. He is beginning to become an eyesore. Something must be done."
Dave Rousell did his best to maintain his composure with how happy he was he wouldn't have to lift his hands and get them dirty. What a noble deed.
"Also the man on the inside reported he is outside the city and not with his wife so he might be busy collecting evidence against us," he instigated.
Vance swirled the liquid in his glass tempted to throw it across the room or on the prime minister's face but he didn't want to mess his decor. He knew where Kayde was and exactly who he was with.
"You may leave. I'll handle it!"
The tone final the prime minister didn't bother to argue. He just stood up and walked out of the office.
As soon as the door closed both the glasses went flying towards the door. Fuck his decor.
"How dare that low life detective tamper with his businesses. He was also distracting Ivan from what was important he would be a problem in the future. He had to go!"