Chapter Twenty-Six-Nico
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX-NICO
“ I don’t give a fuck what Sanchez says. He did what he did. Now, he can fuck off,” I growl.
She loves me.
“Boss, he wants a meeting.”
“No meeting,” I say.
Anna loves me.
I rap my knuckles against the desk and expel a breath.
I can’t just fucking sigh like a high school kid.
But this fucking meeting has gone on too long. It’s just Angel and Luc, business as usual, a daily recount of events and things that needed tending to.
But I want to leave.
My wife said she’s in love with me.
And I want to crow at the top of my lungs. I want to beat my chest with my fists. Strut around like a goddamn rooster.
“Uh, Boss, there is something else,” Luc hesitates.
“What?”
“Maria. She’s been hiding something,” he says.
“And?”
I know the little bartender has been hiding something. It’s probably why she set her cap at me at first.
“I don’t know, Nico. But that scuffle the other day? The guy I fucked up is a scout for Sanchez,” Luc says.
“So, you think Maria is working for Sanchez?”
I frown, and Luc glares at me before remembering his place. He averts his gaze.
“I don’t know,” he says honestly.
“We had Maria vetted like everyone else,” Angel adds, but I can see he’s brooding.
He has other things on his mind. A curly haired, green-eyed thing in particular, I’d wager.
Anna hasn’t mentioned Giselle to me recently, so I don’t know what’s up with them. But Angel’s been quiet, and a quiet Angel is usually not a good thing.
“Okay, we done?” I ask, eager to leave.
“Not hardly,” Luc says, and continues to run through the projected numbers on several projects Viper Enterprises is involved in .
“That’s all fine, Luc. Send me a fucking email next time.”
“Back to our other business, Boss. There’s been rumors,” Angel says.
“What rumors?”
“Callahan’s boys are expecting a big shipment, but they’re not keen on giving us our twenty percent for safe passage at the docks.”
“They’re not, huh?”
“Nope. Sanchez offered protection for only ten percent. Says he’s the new man in town,” Angel adds, and red seeps into my vision.
Fuck that little upstart motherfucker.
First, my warehouse. Next, he insults me? I roll my neck. This is all bullshit. But I can’t let it slide.
“Shut it down,” I snarl.
“The dock?”
Angel’s eyebrows go sky high when I give the order. Shutting the dock is dangerous for everyone. But if these assholes want to play. I’ll play. And I’ll fucking win.
I nod and stand.
I’m done here. I need my wife.