Chapter Four #2
Even Enzo Sr. and Jr. said there would be limits to what she was willing to do. He had seen that at the dance club the other night. There were always limits, and he was happy to see her push.
“That’s wrong,” Liana said.
“What?” He had been so distracted by her behavior and how much he was loving this side of his wife, that he hadn’t really been paying attention to the paperwork in front of him.
Yet, Liana had, and she saw something wrong. This was not good. He needed to stay focused and not be distracted by his young wife.
Staring at the figures on the sheet, he had to read it three times to actually see the error, which he didn’t fucking like.
He knew this meant he should leave Liana at home, but he liked that even less.
The details on the accounts he was given didn’t match.
Pulling up his calculator on the computer, he typed in the details and saw there were nearly ten thousand dollars missing. He sat back.
“This is not good, is it?” she asked.
“No, it’s not.”
“What does it mean?”
Diego looked at her and was tempted to tell her it wasn’t her place to know, but he had a feeling he would pay in the long term for that.
“It depends. This has either been an error, or between the first initial count and the actual transferal account, money has been taken,” Diego said.
“Neither is good. You either have a thief at the main point, during transit, or at the latest drop,” she said.
“Yeah.”
“Let me guess, do you need to go and do your job?” she asked.
“Yep, it does, but seeing as I can’t rely on you keeping your ass in line...” He lifted her up out of the seat and sat her on the desk.
“Hey! What are you doing?”
He didn’t answer her. Instead, he kissed her. He loved her lips, and it had felt too damn long since he had kissed her.
“You’re coming with me.”
“You think that is a wise idea?”
“It is the only idea that will work. You’re not going to do as you’re told, so I am going to have no choice but to make you do as you are told.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “So, you’re coming with me.”
He grabbed the key from his pocket and removed the cuff, but he didn’t leave it at his office. He pocketed the cuffs and then lifted her right up and over his shoulder, giving her delightful ass a slap as he did so. She let out a yelp.
“This is not funny. I can walk, you know.” She hit his ass, but he didn’t care.
Carrying her down to the car, his men knew to look the other way. His wife was wearing a pair of jeans today, but her ass looked amazing, full and ripe, and spankable.
Once at the car, he made sure to put the child lock on the main door so she couldn’t try to escape. He knew how slippery his wife was. Also, it helped that his men had informed him many times how she escaped.
Sliding into the driver’s side, his men got into their own cars, with one pulling out in front of him, and the other to the rear, watching his front and back.
The first port of call was to go to the casino where the money was counted, before it was distributed.
“You know, if you asked nicely, I would have happily just come with you.”
“Don’t lie, Liana,” he said.
“So, what is going to happen?” she asked. “Do you have to go in with your men and play like good cop, bad cop? Or, is it like ‘I’m the mafia man,’ and you will tell me what to do?”
He couldn’t help but smirk as she started to deepen her voice, attempting to imitate him.
“Cute,” he said.
“Come on. I’m serious. How does this work?”
“You’re going to stay in the car, and I am going to talk to them.”
“I get to stay in the car. Diego, that is so boring. Come on. I can help. I can be threatening.”
He glanced over at her just as she was sending out one of the most adorable glares he had seen.
“Sure, I am quaking in my boots.”
“You’re not fair.”
“I am keeping you safe. This is what I’ve got to do.”
During the journey over to the casino, she kept trying to convince him to take her, but he was not budging. When it came to her safety, he was not going to even attempt to reason with her.
Parking the car, he took out the keys, so she wasn’t tempted to drive away, then he slammed the doors closed and locked them. Liana was already out of her seat, and she hit her palm flat against the window.
“Come on, this is not funny!”
“I’m not laughing.”
“Why do I have to stay here!”
“This is not your place.” He turned his back on her and made his way inside. He did demand one of his men stay by the car, just in case Liana was able to somehow break free and get the car going.
He was starting to realize he didn’t quite know his wife as well as he thought he should.
On arriving at the casino, he went straight down to the basement, where his head manager was sitting in a single chair, sweating profusely.
His name was Henry, and he had been working for him ever since he opened the casino.
Diego liked Henry. He was a good man, a father, a husband. Diego pulled out his gun and placed it against Henry’s head. The man was already sweating and now his hands were up in the air.
“Tell me where the missing money is?” he asked.
Missing money within the mafia was not good. A traitor, a thief, anyone could have that money. Everything had to be accounted for, and anyone who turned their back on the Colombo Mafia faced the consequences. Francesco wouldn’t demand anything less.
“I swear all the money was there when I got it loaded on the truck. Check the security cameras. Everything is in place. I know there is always a risk, so I record every step, and once all is in place, I then delete the whole footage. I swear.”
It would be easier to shoot him in the head, but then he would have to find another person he could trust. That was even fucking rarer.