Page 80 of Fight
While driving down to the leasing office, I call David and start down the running list in my head.
“David,” I greet as I turn out of Bluebell’s apartment parking lot. “So I have some updates, one of which looks to be a change of address. I need about an hour of your time.”
Sitting in front of the leasing office, I update my second in command, explaining why I’m not in Illinois. Some of our conversation is in code, though David doesn’t bat an eyelash, because he’s used to it.
“So you want to open a gym in Minneapolis, and begin your empire there,” the alpha says slowly. “What will happen with our pharmaceutical side of things?”
Smirking, I nod as I can practically hear the wheels turning. I don’t enjoy drug running very much, and only do it because there’s a need for it in Chicago. If I don’t do it, a punk gang will attempt to move in.
The mafia crime family I run may not be upstanding citizens, but most of the men have integrity.
“I’m considering gifting it to you,” I grunt. “Want a promotion? I’d like to expand in a different direction here in Minneapolis, but there’s a need for our continued presence in Chicago. I have to call some people to make sure it won’t be an issue to expand this way, however as with anything, I am running shit by you first.”
“I… holy shit, boss,” he rumbles. “I’ll take care of it with one caveat.”
“Yes?” I ask, interested to see what it is.
“If you ever decide you want it back, you let me know,” he mutters. “I’ll take care of it all until that day should come. I know you didn’t really care for it.”
“You’re right,” I sigh. “I haven’t been a fan of it, but we can’t have anyone else moving in and creating issues.”
People die in turf wars, and that’s absolutely unacceptable to me.
“You’re a good man,” David says. “What else do you need me to take care of?”
Discussing the last items on my list, I let him go and climb out of the truck to walk up to the leasing office. Whistling to myself still in my running gear, I open the door and walk up to the receptionist.
She’s a beta with big red curls and a bored expression on her face as she stares at me.
“Hello, Sir, may I help you?”
“Yes, Ma’am, I’d like to speak to Marty Stone, please. We had a great conversation earlier, and I want to make certain we’re still in agreement over everything,” I tell her with a benign smile.
My words are true, but I also want to make sure things are in motion for what I need. Then, I’ll wire the money to his account. I’m a man of my word, and he’s had over an hour to do what I asked. I'm not impossible to work with, I just expect people to have integrity.
I know that sounds a bit silly as a made mafia man, but my mama instilled old school values in me. Rest her soul.
“I don’t know if he’s in the office, Sir,” the receptionist says nervously, though her eyes cut over to an office to her right.
Smirking, I tap my knuckles against the counter before I step back.
“No worries, I’ll check for myself,” I tell her, giving her a wink as my long strides take me to the office door.
“Sir, you can’t go in there,” she complains, standing with wide eyes.
“Oh look, I am though,” I say, opening the door to the manager’s office.
My lips twitch with amusement as I find him fucking a girl over his desk.
“Well this is fun,” I grunt as I step inside and close the door behind me. “I hate to break this up while you’re almost knot deep, but I want to make sure I’ll be able to move into that apartment we discussed earlier today.”
Marty’s eyes widen but his hips continue to piston as he fucks the girl underneath him. Glancing at the girl, I see she’s still enjoying herself and seems to be here because she wants to be and shrug.
“I’m a little busy,” he mutters, eyes rolling as his knot bumps against her pussy. The girl appears to be a beta, so she may not be able to take it all, but she shivers at the feeling of the thick knot.
I admire a girl with a go-getter personality.
“I have things to do, and watching you rail someone during business hours isn’t really on my list,” I mutter. “Have the tenants received their eviction notice yet?”