"I've been waiting for this call," John says as he answers.
"John, you should have fucking called me," I say through gritted teeth.
He sighs, "I was planning to, but as soon as JJ found out what that piece of shit had been doing to his sister, all politeness left. I had to make a call: be with my son while he dealt with the fuck who defiled his little sister, or give you a courtesy call."
I'm silent as I let what he's just said digest. What would I have done if I were in his shoes?
"Look, Hudson, I respect you a hell of a lot more than I do your old man and I'll respect whatever decision you make in regards to what's going to happen to us. If the shoe was on the other foot, I wouldn't even hesitate.”
"How many people know what happened?" I ask. I've already made my decision.
"My family and obviously your men." He replies instantly, confusion in his voice.
"How many know you didn't talk to me beforehand?"
"None, I've not said anything, and JJ has asked, but I told him to mind his damn business. Hudson, what the hell are you thinking?" He snaps. Like me, he hates games and even though I'm not playing one, I am holding out on him.
"It was sanctioned. I gave you the go-ahead after you came to me." This could go fucking south, but if it does, I'll slaughter the lot of them. "Betray me John, and I'll unleash holy hell on you and your family."
"I wouldn't Hudson, how long have I known you? When have I ever given you the impression that I'd do that?" He’s right. He’s never done anything for me to believe he’d betray me. I don't trust him, not fully, but I do consider him a close ally. "I owe you, and big time. You need me, call. I don't care what it's for. Understand?"
"I understand John. I'll talk to you soon."
"Thank you Hudson, you're a good man." He tells me and hangs up, leaving me to laugh. I'm not a good man, I'm the son of the drug and gun kingpin. We're the biggest supplier on the west coast. If I were in charge, I’d change up the whole fucking organization.
Having me say I gave the go-ahead for Kane's murder could mean a lot of crap for me to deal with. Everything is meant to go through Dad. My boys call me Boss as I'm their boss, but I still have to answer to my boss... My dad. He's going to have something to fucking say about this, but I couldn't give a fuck. I'll be taking over one day, and when I do, I'll be doing things a hell of a lot differently.
"Boss," Barney growls, opening the door and walking into my office, without even asking. "Matt and Carmine. They're fucking morons." He's pissed because he's having to babysit them tonight.
"What have they done now?" I don’t move my focus from the screen in front of me as I watch a young man move from person to person an easy smile on his face as he greets them all with a handshake. I shake my head, seeing the birthday pin on his top. He’s celebrating his twenty-first. "They're in a fucking strip club right now, drunk as skunks. I'm not a babysitter, why the hell should I have to watch their asses?"
I sigh, "You fucked up Barney, you almost started a war with Antonio Conte. Dad's pissed so until someone else fucks up and he has someone else to hate, you're on the shit jobs."
"His sister's hot, all three of them. I don't understand what the fuss is about? She was as willing as I was." He has a big smile on his face, he damn well knows what the problem is.
"Get out of my office, and do some damn work," I tell him, as I glance once more at the screen before my eyes narrow in on a woman standing at a table; long raven hair, strappy shoes, legs that go on for miles. Her ass is barely covered in the tight, light pink dress she's wearing. She's got curves that have my dick stirring.
"Something interesting Boss?" Barney quips and I fire him a look, one that has him scurrying for the door.
Glancing back at the screen, she's with a blonde woman, and no man seems to be around them. I get up out of my chair and make my way onto the club floor. I stand at the bar, hidden by the crowds of people, but I'm able to see her. She turns almost as if she's able to feel my stare. Holy shit, she's fucking beautiful. She shakes her head and turns back to look out onto the dance floor. I'm unable to take my eyes off her.
"Hey Hudson," that whiny fake voice sets my teeth on edge, I don't turn to face her, however. I scan the crowd to look for Jagger. He needs to remove her ass from my
club.
Her hand touches my shoulder, and I shrug her off, "Don't fucking touch me." I bite out as I glare at her. Her make up is all over the place, are those fake eyelashes? Why the hell are they falling off? Her tits are practically falling out of her dress. I roll my eyes. She really is a disaster. "What are you doing here Carina?"
She glares right back at me, she has no respect. "I wanted to talk to you. You didn't respond to my message."
I get in her face, "Get your skanky ass out of my club. I'm not your dealer, I don't give freebies. Get yourself cleaned up. You look a fucking state."
"How dare you?" She screams, her face getting red with rage.
"My bad, Boss," Jagger says as his arm goes around her waist and he drags her away.
I stare at the fucking moron as he pulls her into a corner and they talk. He really needs to get rid of her.
I glance back toward the table the woman was at and see she's gone. Her glass is still there so she mustn't have left the club. I search for her friend on the dance floor, they’re dancing together, looking as though they don't have a care in the world. She makes her way to the bar after a couple of songs, she’s in her own world. She doesn’t even notice the appreciative looks she’s getting from the men in the club. She makes her way back to the table. This is my opportunity to introduce myself.