“No, that will be taken care of,” she said.
“How?” Graham asked.
She turned toward him. “You’ll just have to trust me.”
Graham didn’t like the sound of that but kept his mouth shut. If his father trusted the woman, he would, too.
She stood. “They’ll be here at eleven o’clock tomorrow night. My guys and I will be here an hour early to watch for anything that might cause problems.”
“Can I ask what’s going to happen?” Blake asked.
“Yes, I’m taking two monsters off the street, and that’s all you need to know. We’ll have them rolled up to take with us.”
She walked to Angus and whispered something in his ear before she hugged him. “We’ll see you all tomorrow night.”
One of her men opened the door. She walked out, followed closely by the men.
Graham waited until he heard the front door close before he spoke up. “Well, that was interesting.”
Alastair and Blake snorted, and his father laughed.
“Are you ever going to tell us how the two of you met?” Blake asked their dad.
“No. Not unless I feel the need for you to know and I have her permission.”
That sounded morbid.
“What do you think will happen to Rizzo’s business? We’ve got Moretti covered but not that family,” Graham said.
“Gabriel’s father died a decade ago, and I don’t think he has any other family. I’m hoping his business will implode, but one of his men might jump in,” Angus said. “I have calls into several people.”
“Whoever takes over, I hope he’s not like Rizzo,” Alastair said.
“We’ll have more control over whoever takes over because they won’t have the knowledge to keep the business running. Hell, it might just be taken down, and everything could be sold. I’m talking to a few men who will help.”
Graham stood, drained his glass, and set it aside on the table. “I’m headed to bed. It sounds like tomorrow is going to be long. Good night.”
The rest started moving toward the door, too.
He waited until Angus got on the elevator to go up before walking to his suite. God, he hoped everything would go according to the plan. The thought of those two men in his home made him sick, and he wished he’d get the chance to kill them himself.
He also had to think about what to tell Faith. The idea of leaving her unaware was an option, but he thought it would come back to bite him.
After he locked the door, he turned and took a look at his wife. No matter what, his main job would be to protect her, and he didn’t have a problem killing anyone who dared touch her.
He also had to learn how to make her happy so she’d never think of leaving him. Just the thought of it made him furious.