Page 104 of Mob Queen
“A bigger one? He shouldn’t be taking anything,” I say.
“I’ll take care of it,” Rome says.
I look to G then back to Rome. “If he’s fucking with my club or my girls, then you end him.”
“Frank...”
“No!” I point to Rome. “No one fucks with the DeLucas. If one fucker thinks he can, then they’re all going to. Get to the bottom of it, and if he is, then you end him.” Rome shifts uncomfortably in the seat. “I’ll do it,” I say.
“No, I’ll take care of it.”
Rome isn’t like me. If push came to shove and he had to kill or be killed, then he’d do it. But I’m not sure he’ll be able to take care of Elias if he has to.
Hopefully, he will.
* * *
Pace is already waiting at the meeting spot. He has his own security nearby. “Frankie,” he says as G and I approach him. “I have a new launcher available.” He runs his hand over a massive case.
“I’m not here for products.”
Pace taps the case and flicks his gaze between G and myself. “Why did you call this meeting?”
“You’ve been dealing to Augusta.”
“My clients are none of your business.” One of his security men begins to approach us with his hand on his gun. G flicks his suit jacket aside, and mimics the security guy’s stance. Pace holds his hand to stop his security, I give G a nod to back off too.
“I’m here for business, but a different kind of negotiations.” Pace scrubs his hand across his chin, and takes a long breath. “If you don’t want more money, then fine,” I say as I take a step backward.
“What have you got in mind?” Pace asks.
“Does Augusta owe you money?”
“He does.”
“How much?”
“Six-figures.”
“When’s your next shipment to him?”
“Wednesday.”
“What is he buying?”
“Semi-automatics, bullet-proof vests, and grenades.”
“How much will the shipment be?”
“Two-hundred.”
A knowing look passes between G and myself. He holds his hand up to Dario, who approaches us with a duffel bag. “There’s two-hundred in there.”
“You’re paying off his debt?”
“No. I’m buying his shipment.”
Pace takes a step back and laughs. “You want him out of business?”