August
I’d grown weary of the usual violence on the streets, preferring to leave the ‘heavy’ work to my soldiers and capos. My interest was in the gambling casinos instead of the drugs, but incidents on the streets were increasing, creating friction with my father. This wasn’t about going legitimate, but the heat from the Feds was hardcore. Maybe I just wanted a few months of peace.
Then there was my new relationship.
I wasn’t entirely certain how my father was going to take my news, but it had to be done. We also had a significant shipment coming in, another reason for my deal with Drummand. And there was the issue of the senator and his bill before Congress. He was trying desperately to eliminate all casinos in the state of New York, which would negate the board of supervisors vote on the proposed casino deal initiated by my father several months before. That wasn’t going to happen. Sadly, my father didn’t have as much control over the local politics as he’d like.
Shutting out casinos didn’t bode well for anyone, but his presentation of extreme and horrific crimes centered around the business had family folk up in arms, condemning all aspects of gambling. He had a significant following, including members of law enforcement. The legislative session would be ending soon, which meant Drummand would need to work quickly. Things had certainly changed. I only hoped the pompous man had learned a valuable lesson. As long as he kept a chain on his buddies, no one would be the wiser.
“You’re going to get back to work, pretending we never talked. And Marco, I’m serious. You do not cross us again.” I didn’t wait for Marco’s answer, heading out to my Mercedes. The sports cars were reserved for entertainment only. I preferred driving myself, disgusted with the concept of a bodyguard, even though my father insisted. For some insane reason, I grabbed my phone, shifting to her picture and fingering her face. The moment shared had been one of my best experiences, at least with a woman. She was defiant and angry, just as I suspected, but she would soon learn. I snorted, shoving the phone back into my pocket. There was no time for lamenting. The engine roared to life and I swung out of the parking lot of the warehouse, heading to my father’s office.
My father, Giordano Gonzalez , wasn’t a man to be fucked with. He’d amassed a fortune during his tenure as Don, touting influential friends including the vice president of the United States. The irony regarding my announcement wouldn’t be lost on him. He was well aware I was cunning in every decision I made. I maneuvered through the streets, enjoying the ride more than usual. Tension remained in my bones, my decision one my father would undoubtedly second guess.
There was no way to keep Sasha a secret and I had no intention of locking her in shackles and chains, secured in my home. Her appearance by my side would solidify my family’s control over the political arena, sending not only a shockwave but an unstated threat without being forced to lift a hand. She was far more valuable than she even knew. My cock ached just thinking about her.
And tomorrow night, she would be revealed.
The drive took little more than fifteen minutes, even with the heavy traffic. I pulled into the parking lot of the all glass office building, laughing at the fact my father’s balls were larger than life, his office located feet away from several attorneys.
They wouldn’t dare fuck with him or his command of the system. They simply looked the other way. I pulled into my usual parking space, glaring out the windshield. This was just another day in paradise for all the worker bees. Thank God I’d been born into higher ranks.