Page 114 of Mob Queen
“Doing what?”
“Whatever the fuck the boss wants you to do,” G replies with a hard tone.
“You’ll start as a soldier,” I say.
Pio’s shoulders slump and he pinches the bridge of his nose. “Putana,” he grumbles under his breath.
I lift my gun and shoot him twice in the head. G looks at me, then the dead guy. “Alright then,” he says and starts the speed boat to head back to shore.
Once we reach the mainland, G and Dario take the bricks and load them up in a car waiting for us. “Test it, cut it, and sell it,” I instruct the driver.
“Yes, ma’am.”
G slides in beside me and chuckles. “You gotta work on your anger issues.” Dario laughs and when I look at him through the rearview mirror, he shuts up. G snorts and I flash him a silencing look. But they don’t work on G.
“Dario, take me to Destruction.”
G’s brows rise as he slowly turns to look at me. “Going out on a school night. Rule breaker.”
“Have Niko bring Miller to the club once he’s finished work.”
“I have to hand it to the politician. He’s a hard worker.” I wait for the but. “But.” There it is. “He’s not in our world, Frank.”
“He’s proved himself to me.”
“I hope you know what you’re doing. I wouldn’t want a fucking politician to bring everything down.”
“He won’t,” I say with certainty. I stare out the window as Dario navigates the roads toward Destruction.
* * *
The music is pumping, and the club is bustling with bodies. G walks ahead and enters the downstairs VIP area. “I haven’t been here since your father was killed,” G says and gestures toward our waiter. “Bring us a bottle of Johnny Blue.” Our server silently backs out of the VIP area.
I sit on the sofa and extend my arms out while I watch the dance floor. I catch a guy selling his shit in my club. I flick my chin at him. “Is he ours?”
G shifts to get a better look. “Nope.” He stands and walks over to the guy. He grabs him around the back of the neck, twists his arm behind his back and disappears for a good ten minutes. In the meantime, I’m watching and appreciating the music while enjoying a few shots of Johnny Blue.
When G returns, his knuckles are red, and he’s wiping the blood off his hands. “Problems?”
“Not anymore.”
I pour him a shot and hand it to him. The vibe is electric, and people seem to be having a good time. One of the women on the dance floor is stumbling all over the place. I gesture to one of our security. “See that girl?” I point to the drunk woman.
“Yeah?” he replies with a deep growl.
“She’s had enough. Make sure she arrives home safely.”
Security leaves the VIP area and G throws his second drink back. “Are you going soft, Frank?”
“She’s vulnerable.”
“You’re a big softie.”
I roll my eyes as I turn to continue watching the club. It’s then that I see Miller approaching. His suit jacket is open and he’s loosening his tie as Niko escorts him toward the VIP area. Miller stops at the bar and waits to order a drink.
“Your boy isn’t too bright, is he? Does he know you own the club and he doesn’t have to pay for drinks?” G says and throws back yet another drink.
“He’d know.” I can’t seem to wipe the damn smile off my face.