Page 78 of The Don
“Calm down,” I reply.
“Weapons,” the one in the middle says while he has his gun on us.
I lift my gun and hold it by the handle. “I’m not putting it down, not unless you do too.” I pointedly look to them who are all aiming guns toward us.
“No can do, big fella.”
“I’m gonna fucking kill him,” Dominic murmurs.
I take a step backward as I tuck my gun away. I lift my hands in surrender. “Good luck with Adrian.” I take another step backward. “Back up,” I say to Dominic.
He too keeps his eyes on the fuckers, but takes a cautious step backward. Dante and my men are ready with their own weapons pointing toward the bikers. This could be a blood bath for everyone, or not. It all depends on those dirty fuckers. “Wait.” Another steps forward flanked by his own security. He says something to his security, then hands him his weapon. “Ruben Sacco.” He begins to walk toward me.
In good faith, I hand Dominic my weapon. “Stay here.”
“But...”
“Stay here.” I move to meet the guy in the middle.
“Fuck,” Dominic groans.
On his cut, the word “President” is stitched above their emblem. He looks me up and down, then turns to his crew and holds up a halting hand. I button my suit jacket and lift my chin. “I believe you’re doing business with Adrian Sacco.”
The guy sneers and lifts his shoulders. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“He’s got a lot of your men killed.”
“By you.” He stands taller and juts out his chin. “You’re the uncle, right?” He snickers and wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand. “Thanks for the twenty pounds of cocaine.”
“Twenty pounds?”
“Yep, Adrian said you run a loose ship,” the guy says.
“Jesse, right? Jesse Torres, the president of the local chapter, right?”
His nose screws and his eyes widen. “Yeah.”
“What do you know about Adrian?”
“He’s earning his keep.” Adrian’s working for them?
“And he gave you twenty pounds of my cocaine?”
“First shipment was ten pounds, yeah.” He straightens and pulls his shoulders back, like he’s attempting to intimidate me. “Second was ten too.”
“He said he took twenty pounds?”
Jesse looks down at the ground, then spits to the side before he lifts his head and nods. “Yeah. Said you run a loose ship but anything more than ten pounds you’d notice.”
“He sent your men in to rip my club off too.”
“He didn’t know you’d be upgrading your doors and shit. Who the fuck does shit like that?” This guy must have rocks for fucking brains. How the hell is he the president?
“And the first time?”
“First time?” His tone tells me he really has no idea.
I rake my hand through my hair and shake my head. “Fuck,” I mumble as I start to piece together what my nephew has been up to. “He’s played you, and me.”