Opulence (14 page)

“Cousin. He doesn’t even know what is going on here.”

“Walk away and I will act like this conversation never happened. You keep me out of this—”

“They’re stealing from your friend’s family’s company. Is that okay with you?!”

“It has nothing to do with me!”

“Your businesses are a fucking cover for it.”

“That’s where you are wrong, my businesses are legit and legal.”

“I hope so, for your sake,” he starts walking away and stops. “I am taking them down. My family started this company and it will once again be called Segretti. I will do this with or without you. Do not stand in my way. Do not tell Zandor, by doing so you’ll put him and his family at risk.”

“Then why the hell are you doing it?” I am angry.

“Something was taken from me a long time ago and I want it back.”

“Opening doors to the past is never a good idea.”

“That my friend, is a personal preference.” I turned to leave and stopped. “You have a couple weeks. Make sure you have everything in order.”

“Don’t threaten me,” I caution him.

“It’s not a threat, it’s a kindness.”

I am not panicked I know I will be fine. I have taken precautions. I am, however, wondering what I will do with myself and some of my girls if I end up shut down.

I will think of something, I always do. I never get too comfortable. That is a luxury. I just have to figure it out.

*.*.*

“Hey bro, long time no hear from,” Zandor answers the phone.

“I am considering a visit.”

“Well fuck yes, come on over!” He laughs.

“And I am considering expanding.”

“Nice, what do you have in mind?”

“Do you know of any fool that bought a club thinking he wanted to be just like me and then dropped like a fly?”

“Fuck you. You saw my Kitten.”

“Oh yes, the one with the sharp tongue to match her claws?”

“She’s learning, so am I. Fuck man, I want it all. Best of both worlds,” he’s spewing off like a teenage girl with all the happy ever after shit.

“Great, sell me the club.” I interrupt.

“You really want Steelettos?”

“I want the club; the fucking name, not so much.” I can’t help but laugh, “That’s why you like those dancing shoes, huh? Let me guess, it’s all lights and bling.”

“Screw you man, it’s actually fucking perfect.”

“Then sell it to me.”

“I get to come play in one of the private rooms, a VIP and you have yourself a deal.”

“Perfect.

*.*.*

I stand outside father’s office, my blood is boiling, and I am going to kill him. I am going to kill him with my bare hands. I am going to do it slowly and in the most painful way I can devise.

My phone vibrates in my pocket and I see a message.

This is Dominic.
Are you in or out?

It doesn’t take me long to respond,
I’m in
.

I thought so, heard you bought a place in Jersey. How did your old man take it, will it make him suspicious?

No. It will be fine. He will never know what hit him
.