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“As will I.” I lean forward and tap G’s thigh several times. “You worry too much.” G clicks his tongue and shakes his head. “When the time comes, I’ll cut the head off the snake. Then I’ll pummel it to ensure it can’t ever grow back.”

“What if Scala has the same plans for you?”

“That’s what I have you for.” I give G a smirk. “Besides, soon I’ll have two territories. And I have a feeling a lot of Augusta’s men won’t follow him to his death. They’ll choose to work for me rather than die.”

“You can’t be sure of that, Frank.”

The jet begins descending and I sit back in my seat, completely unfazed and relieved that soon, Augusta will be dead, Scala will follow, and my territory will instantly increase.

Chapter 34

Frankie

“It’s been two weeks and we’ve yet to hear anything,” Rome says as we work in the office.

“I don’t like this,” G says.

“I know.” I look to both of them and nod. “It’s been too quiet.”

“And we’re no closer to finding Augusta,” Rome adds.

“He’s gone the lam,” G says.

“Fucking pussy. He’s gone into hiding and is probably licking at his wounds, feeling sorry for himself,” I say. “He knows if he shows his face, I’ll fucking tear him apart.”

“But you know what’s worrying me?” G says.

I look to him and slightly nod. “Me too,” I reply to G’s silent doubts. I recline back in my office chair and look up at the ceiling. “His crew is still under his control. His men are loyal.” For now.

“We need to find him,” Rome says. “Before he comes at us and fucks everything up.”

“He does have another shipment coming in.”

I sit straight and look to G. “What kind of shipment? I made sure Pace cut him off.”

“Cocaine,” G replies.

“You’ve been holding out on me, G. When’s it coming?” I rub my hands together, excited by the possibilities.

“I’ve arranged for it to be taken down. But it’s coming in, in two parts. Twenty keys is coming in via truck.” He proudly smiles. “That’s being taken down.”

“And the second part?”

“Sea drop.” He waggles his brows.

“We’re taking that one too?”

“Already organized.”

I scratch at my chin as a feeling of wreaking havoc passes over me. “Get the boat ready.”

“The speed boat?” G asks.

“Yep.” I stand and walk over to the liquor cabinet. “This is going to be fun.”

G snorts as he shakes his head. But, he stands, and pulls his phone out of his pocket. He glances toward me and chuckles. “Have I ever told you that I love how ruthless you are?”

“Frank,” Rome says. I throw my drink back and jut my chin toward my brother. “Remember, Elena has her appointment tomorrow with the lady doctor.”