The dark parking lot that will be a parking garage gives me shivers that run up my spine and it’s not the good kind. We could be whacked here and buried, and no one would ever find us, especially if we’re in with the foundation of the concrete for the parking garage.
Fitor Toska turned out to be our stereotypical old world mafia boss with mean, beady eyes, a cigar that never left his mouth, and even wore a fucking fedora. He was an insufferable intimidating fuck the entire time and even moved so slow we damn near froze our balls off meeting at one in the morning.
When I handed him the book, his computer guy checked online to make sure all their crypto currency was still in the account. I knew the money was there. But, just the same, it didn’t stop me from holding my breath. Anyone else that knew that code could have fucked us. Like, sharing a body bag with my brother, fucked us.
“You’re going to move that so we’re not to blame if some shit happens.”
Good for Dante to have the balls to throw down our concession.
“Yeah,” his voice is rough from years of cigars, I even give you a shipment of good coke from Venezuela as a thank you,” and he flicks his cigar ash on the ground.
“That’s not necessary,” Dante counters.
“Nonsense. I hear you had a few run -ins along the way so consider us even. I don’t want to own any favors in the future. Better to end all business by the end of the day.”
Dante and Toska shake hands.
“I can’t argue with that,” Dante nods in agreement.
We let them leave before we turn to go.
“Fuck, what does that mean?” I ask my brother.
“No clue with an odd man like that, I hope to God we’re not in bed with them now but one can never be sure. I’m not familiar with their ways. Sounds like he’s apologizing for the condo being torn up and the attack on Prende. Bygones are bygone and all that fucking shit.”
I let out a low whistle as Riccardo opens our car doors for us.
“Fuck. What have we gotten ourselves into by doing the right thing?”
“Maybe we should have sent it back to them anonymously,” I narrow my focus on my eldest brother.
“No, man to man. Every Don appreciates the face to face. Old school.”
“Right.”
For now, I’m happy to be sitting safely in our bullet proof luxury car and heading home to my gorgeous wife who is in a secure building with bodyguards surrounding the entire building and she doesn’t even know about in and in the darkness, I let out a sigh of relief and all I care about at this point is getting home safely to my sexy fucking wife who is safely tucked in bed. Now I can relax as all old business is done. We can begin our life without that damn black book and people after us for it.
Imust have drifted off as I’m jolted out of sleep by Dante calling me in the middle of the night, the Godfather alright.
My ass, I’m tired, but it must be important.
I crawl out of bed, grab a throw off the back of the couch and walk onto the balcony.
“What’s up?”
“Our warehouse at the port was raided.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah, good thing Riccardo moved the stuff already. That would have cost us millions.”
The cold wind blows my hair and I run my hand through my bangs to keep them out of my eyes as I scour the other balconies for anything suspicious. I look below for vans or cars with listening devices, knowing full well that would be too easy, and obvious.
“Street looks clean, but who knows?”
“A mole? Gotta be. Let’s meet for breakfast in the morning. I’ll give you an update. And don’t go anywhere without protection until we know what’s going on.”
“Understood.”