Chapter 21
“What are you suggesting, Enzo?” Luca Grasso sits across from me at my nightclub to discuss the missing product from my shipments.
He reaches out for his vodka soda on the small circular glass table in front of him.
“Eduardo Di Marco has been yapping his dumb ass mouth to anyone who will listen that you are to pay for killing his son.” He leans back, legs spread wide, sipping on his drink.
My eyes quickly move to Angelo and back to Luca.
“You, my friend, have a hit out on you if the word on the street is correct. But we all know that Eduardo is a fucking yapper with no bite.”
“No fucking shit. A few weeks ago, my wife and I were gunned down at a restaurant downtown. “The glass tumbler in my hand, my fingers grip it so tightly I could crack it, slicing open all my fingers.
“Yes, I did hear about that. You’re a lucky bastard that you did not end up in the morgue in a body bag. Thankfully, your new bride was not a new widow.” Luca sips his drink. “Any idea who it was?”
I have had my suspicions that the Di Marco’s were behind fucking with my money.
My product. But if they are behind this, they are fucking stupid to think I would not put two and two together?
Eduardo has never been too bright of a man to think of putting together this type of a plan.
No, this seems to have Costa written all over it.
Ever since I proposed a deal with him in exchange for his daughter, I have not partnered with him on one damn thing. I got what I wanted. Isabella.
I take a sip of my whiskey. “This is Costa trying to show that he is the alpha in this business arrangement. Eduardo is too fucking dumb to do anything like this. He would flash his money to get what he wants.” I toss the rest of my drink back, place it on the table and signal for the waitress to bring me another.
“Let me guess, it has something to do with you marrying his daughter over the arrangement with the Di Marco’s?” He laughs. “Costa was not stupid for keeping her under lock and key for so many years. She is beautiful. A natural beauty with a vivacious body.”
I’m on my feet so fast that I don’t even think when my hand grips around his throat, my nostrils flaring, and all I can envision is gouging his eyes out with an ice pick.
That way he could never look or gawk at my wife’s body or admire her beauty.
His hands circle my forearm, begging for me to let go with his eyes widen.
His second rushes to his side and I can sense Angelo still standing in his spot. “I would think twice before you speak about my wife and her body again, Grasso. I have no problem ripping out your eyes from their socket so you can never look at her again,” I grit out.
I release him and adjust my suit before sitting down.
His hand goes to his throat, trying to catch his breath.
We both sit there staring at each other before I say, “To answer your question, what I am suggesting is for us to work together and push out the Di Marcos altogether. Because if what is true about what they are trying to bring to our city, our streets, is against everything our families have built. What my father had built. And if Costa is still working with them, they need to be dealt with.”
Luca drags his hand down his face, nodding his head. “You have a plan don’t you, Enzo?”
I sit back in my seat, drape my arms across the back on each side, spread my legs wide, making my dominance known when I smile and say, “Costa’s one and only true love is his fucking money.
The way to push him out is by taking away his ability to buy a new property.
He strives to be seen as the richest and smartest man in the room when in reality he really is a snake.
Slithering his way around. Di Marco is a piece of fucking shit for how he treats the women in his clubs and what he is trying to get involved with.
We all do, using our businesses as a cover for what we truly do.
” Luca stares at me for a moment as I sit back, waiting for him to respond.
“It would be nice to have them not bitching or groaning about shit.” Luca plays with his one of his cuff links. “If what you have shown me is to be true, Enzo. Then yes, we do need to push them out for good to keep our city safe.”
I reach for my glass and raise it at him and say, “Here’s to ruling the city.”
Luca mirrors me and says, “To ruling the city.”
We both sip on our drinks, talk more about our plan while he watches the dancers emerge from the sides, stepping up on to their platforms, rolling their bodies to the beat of the music.
I leave Grasso to watch my dancers in one of my private suites and head to my office to run over some paperwork from the latest shipment of product from my gun runner.
I have the papers scattered across my desk with my laptop open when Angelo opens the door firmly.
My eyes snap to him. His jaw is tight, lips pursed and the small vein at the base of his neck is pulsating.
I move to see his hand is gripping the door handle so tight, his knuckles are pure white.
“What?”
He nods to my laptop where I can pull up the security feed from the club. “Might want to take a look over near the bar.”
The papers drop from my hand, my fingers graze over the mouse pad minimizing the document on my screen to pull up the security footage.
I click on the small box to zoom in. Her beautiful face appears in front of me next to my sister with Lorenzo right behind them.
My eyes trace every inch of her, my fingers tremble to touch her skin, and I can feel myself start to harden in my pants.
Her long hair is down with the ends curled the way I love to see it.
The makeup she has on is more than she ever wears, and I know it was not her doing to have that much on her perfect skin.
The dress however has my body reacting in a jealous wave of emotion.
The fabric looks like a second skin was it is perfectly fitted on her body.
It hugs her curves making me want to shoot every single man in this building for thinking that they have the right to even look at her and appreciate her beauty.
It’s taking everything in me not to storm down there and start shooting.
I watch the screen with my eyes narrowed as I can tell that she is nervous by the way she keeps rubbing her hands together and playing with the wedding ring that I gave her.
Gianna is talking to her, but Isabella is busily looking around and taking in my night club.
Little does she know what my club has to offer customers’.
Private rooms with a bar, a platform in the middle to use at your leisure and pleasure.
The rooms where there is a couch with mirrors all around, covering every single angle you could imagine.
All the rooms are soundproof and only for those who can afford them to do as they please.
Just the thought of bringing my wife into one of these rooms has my dick aching and dying to be inside her tight, wet, pink cunt.
I can feel the precum leaking from the crown of my head and soaking the front of my boxers.
My eyes stay lasered on the screen as I growl at Angelo.
“Bring me Lorenzo now. Have one of the other men stay with the girls without them knowing.” Rage builds at Lorenzo for even agreeing to let her out of the safe compounds of our house to come to my club where anything could happen.
Me getting shot is evidence enough that she is not safe outside.
Angelo nods, closes the door and makes his way to bring Lorenzo to my office.
I watch the screen as if I’m engrossed into a movie.
My mind starts to think of a movie that I would love to make with my wife, where I could watch repeatedly.
Watch how her body shakes when she comes screaming my name.
Watch how my dick slides out of her pussy, taking me so well like the good girl that she is.
It would be a movie to add to my collection that I have of my wife.
The door opens before I get too deep into thought, Lorenzo steps in with Angelo shutting and locking the door behind him. He stands with his arms crossed with a hardened stare, looking at the back of Lorenzo’s head.
I shut my laptop, lean back in the chair, and rest my arms on either side with a blank stare at Lorenzo. “Why is my wife here along with my sister?”
His face stays stoic, and eyes lock ahead. “Sir, your sister asked for a girls night. I was not aware of the logistics of what that entailed until we arrived here.” He clears his throat before he says, “Sir, your sister is very cunning and convincing.”
I roll my neck side to side, making it crack and hearing his words.
He is not wrong. Gianna is known for getting what she wants from everyone around her.
It’s one of her great, but also worse, qualities.
And I’m positive she convinced my wife that this would be a great idea to come to my club.
However, I was mad at first seeing her innocent face on my security footage to now cultivating a plan for me and my wife.
“You’re a lucky man, Lorenzo. Because if you were not assigned to my wife for her protection or if Angelo and Dante did not vouch for you, I would have put a fucking bullet between your eyes before you could even blink,” I tell him with my voice low and flat and he nods his head in response.
“Get out of my sight before I change my mind.”
“Yes, sir,” he says before spinning on his heels, Angelo opens the door for him to leave.
I peer over at my best friend and my second and say with a sly smile on my face, “Take Gianna home. I don’t care how much a of fight she puts up with you. Throw her over your fucking shoulder and drag her ass home.” My plan starts to form inside my mind rapidly. “I will handle my wife.”