I glanced up at him. “Can we talk about what happened the other day?”
He crossed his thick arms over his chest. “No.”
“I think we’re beyond the formalities, Dante. You don’t have to call me Miss Vianello.”
Dante pushed up his left jacket sleeve and checked his watch. “You have five minutes to finish.”
“What happens in five minutes?”
His jaw clenched. “I will punish you. And this time, you won’t like it.”
“Okay, fine,” I groaned. “I just thought we should talk about—”
“No,” he interjected. “We’re not talking about your feelings. You are still my employee. So do your fucking job.”
I slid the chair closer to the desk. “How much am I transferring into each account?”
“Twenty thousand into the L Fund,” he said in a deep tone, leaning over the back of my chair. “Fifty thousand into the C Fund. One hundred thousand split between the four Cayman accounts. And thirty thousand into the Swiss account.”
“Will the transactions be the same every week?”
Clutching the back of the chair, he bent forward, his breath heating my earlobe. “Yes.”
“What about the Blackwell Fund? You could move money through the hedge fund without raising too many suspicions.”
His hands moved to my shoulders. “How so?”
“Has my dad ever mentioned this as an option?”
“No. Do you know something Daddy doesn’t?”
I shrugged, and then he removed his hands from my body. It probably disgusted him to touch me, anyway. He didn’t seem to enjoy human contact.
“Well, I thought we could transfer from the offshore accounts and use it as seed money for fake investors. I can forge the records and make them look legit. Then we could move twice the money by paying the dummy investors a monthly dividend.”
“Have you spoken to your father about this?”
I shook my head. “No, it just occurred to me.”
“Run it by Giancarlo.” He stepped back from the chair, his features softening as he considered the idea. “Make sure it won’t flag the accounts.”
“You hired me for a reason, Mr. Luciano.” I beamed a bright smile at him that touched my eyes. “Trust me. This will work.”
I was proud of myself for coming up with this plan. Little did Dante know that I would eventually use the new transfers to help my dad fuck over his family. The less he knew, the better.
They thought they could trace my father’s crimes by forcing me to work for them. Well, they had underestimated my loyalty to my father. And my ability to out-think them. Dante was the type of man who was always ten steps ahead. But he didn’t know enough about the banking system or the hedge fund to outsmart me.
Checkmate, bitch.
After careful contemplation, Dante nodded. “Finish the transfers. Then work on the dummy accounts. I’ll come back later to see how you’ve progressed.”
He left my office in a hurry, and I let out a relieved breath once he was long gone. That man was infuriating and so damn tempting. Just being around him made it more complicated for me to think straight. And I needed my full attention to work out the specific details of the new plan.
ChapterTwenty-Six
NICO
Idreamed about wrapping my hands around Ava’s throat, watching the life drain from her face. She was so pretty, perfect. Delicate. A breakable girl who I would destroy if she hung out with me long enough.