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“That’s not a secret. But I want to find out everything I can.”

“Why?” he asks.I run my tongue over my teeth as I stare at him. “Get me everything on the DeLuca family.” He lifts his brows and glances to the side. “You can leave.” I flick my hand, essentially dismissing him.

My attention is returned to my laptop, but honestly, I can’t get Frankie DeLuca out of my head.

Fuck.

Chapter 7

Frankie

G walks into my office, pulls out the chair opposite me and sits. “Frank,” he says trying to get my attention.

I lift my hand, indicating for him to wait a moment as I work out the numbers from Dreams. I scribble a few numbers on the notepad before looking to G. “What is it?”

“Christian’s replacement for Destiny is ready to go. Do you want me to take care of Christian?”

I shake my head. “I said I’ll take care of it.”

“We didn’t talk about what happened with the politician.” G lifts his hand and waves his two fingers from side to side.

I look to his hand and sit back in my chair. “What’s with the flick of the hand?”

“You know. Dancing, schmoozing, all that bullshit you have to go through so we can keep access to the docks.”

“Dancing? Schmoozing?” I tease as I fold my arms in front of my chest. “Do you want to go dancing and schmoozing?”

“You wouldn’t catch me dead with those uptight fuckers.” There’s a hint of amusement on G’s hard face. “How did it go?” I take an audible breath as I crinkle my nose. “That bad?”

“He wasn’t interested at all.”

“What do you have in mind to make him interested?”

“I’ve been thinking about it.” I unfold my arms and tap my fingertips on the desk.

“We could have a girl from one of the brothels chat him up, then take a photo of him in a compromising position,” G suggests. I screw up my nose. “Don’t like that?”

“He’s a bachelor. No one is going to care if he’s caught with his pants down and a hooker on his dick.”

“What are you thinking?” G scrubs at the stubble on his chin.

“He’s not like Hayes at all,” I say as I slowly intake a long breath.

“The politician won’t take a bribe. He’s too straight for that. Poor bastard probably hasn’t had a good lay in his life. Maybe if he did, then he’d know how much pussy he can buy with what you’d pay him.”

An unfamiliar flutter churns my stomach. What’s that about? “Maybe that can work to my advantage.” I snicker aloud. “If he doesn’t take our money, maybe we just need to make it look like he does.”

G chuckles and shakes his head. “Your father would’ve just sent some of the boys around to change his mind.”

“I know,” I say. “Violence has a place.” I look to the figures on the laptop, save my work then close it. “Speaking of which. Where’s Christian right now?”

“He’d be at...” G looks to his gold watch then to me. “He’d be heading to Destiny.”

“Good. Let’s meet him there.” I stand and take my laptop to put it in the safe. “Have his replacement meet us too.”

G snickers. “I’ll have Dario bring the car to the front.” G exits my office, and I head upstairs to find my brother.

“Rome,” I call as I walk down the hallway.

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