“Really?” Brick rolled his eyes. “Then maybe you need to start wearing fucking panties.”
“Fuck you, you know I love being commando.”
Trigger cleared his throat, making the guys shut up.
“So?” I didn’t have a lot of time. “Anything?”
“Yeah.” Trigger glanced back at Brick, who came forward holding some paperwork. He handed it to me. “It took some digging, and Brick pulled an unusual favor, but we got a little info on Stefano.”
I flipped through the photos and scanned the research. Stefanowasworking with Jacob. In fact, he had bought a house in northern Italy. On my land. The notes indicated that he blew through women quickly then beat them when he was finished with them. There were no police records of any of them coming forward with complaints. That didn’t surprise me. I kept scanning until I found a location of where he and Jacob had been seen together. There were also some credit card numbers that I could run later. It would help me study his habits.
“No mention of a Mikey?”
“Dead end.” Brick shrugged at me. “No one in the Coppola syndicate or affiliated with them came up with that name.”
“All right.” I held up the papers. “I appreciate this.”
“We have some shit to deal with ourselves.” Trigger nodded over his shoulder to a guy who hung from chains. He looked to have a dislocated shoulder, and his head was a bloody mess. “But if you need help.”
“Oh, yes,” Rail flicked his tongue like a snake, “say the word, and we’ll be there.”
“Thanks, but this one is all me.” I smiled then pulled out an envelope and handed it to Trigger.
“I said no payment. This was no trouble.”
“It’s not a payment,” I motioned for my guys to prepare to leave, “it’s a wedding present.”
Trigger chuckled as we slipped in behind the tinted glass of the limo, and Vinni let out a deep breath.
“Did he know I was here?”
“You know, he didn’t ask.” Niccola snickered at Vinni. “Some people can be so rude.”
“What did you hand him at the end?” Vinni ignored his brother.
“A wedding gift.”
“Which was?” He looked panicked while I let my smile stretch across my lips. “No. Oh, fuck no. I won’t be there when he arrives. Why the beach villa? That’s my favorite spot.”
“Because,” I watched Trigger glance inside the envelope and nod, “he deserves it.”
After a quick trip to the hotel, we met up with some people to prepare for the evening. We headed out for dinner at the Flatiron Room to pay some respect to Maxon, the owner.
I wanted to show him my gratitude for letting my men know that Jacob Raine was running his mouth all over the city by gifting him one of his favorite bottles of whiskey, a twenty-one-year- old Suntory Hibiki. A bottle normally ran around fifteen hundred US dollars. I also would do us both a big favor. I would get rid of Raine once and for all.
He was blown away by the whiskey and was relieved to hear that the little shit was not long for this world. The truth was Jacob Raine was becoming a problem for a good number of people in the city, and if I didn’t act fast, I just might miss the moment to kill him myself.
“Anything they want, it’s theirs,” Maxon told the waitress. She nodded as she took out the key to the whiskey cage on the wall.
“I’ll be right back, gentlemen.” She winked at me, and I nodded but turned away to indicate I wasn’t interested in anything but the whiskey.
“Seriously,” Niccola shook his head, “Antonio Gattani still hasn’t paid his bill for that wine.”
“Don’t you meanCavaliere Bianco?” Vinni rolled his eyes at the asshole’s lame last name. He was a shit wanna-be bigshot that had a reputation for stalking young women. As far as I was concerned, he had dug his grave and now just needed to be in it.
“Kill him.” I shrugged.
“Or can we give him a warning?” Francesco eyed me and tread carefully.