Page 19 of Mob Queen

“In here.” I find Rome working on his laptop in his room. “You alright?” He looks up from the desk he’s sitting at.

“I can set you up an office.” I walk over to peer at the computer. “What are you working on?”

“I’ve been thinking about how to make the clubs work more efficiently.”

I look at the spreadsheet he has opened. “Did someone give you figures?”

“No, no one. But I’ve been looking at general information I can find on the internet, and working with that.”

“So, you were serious. You’re sticking around.” I lean against the wall and fold my arms in front of my chest. Although I said he had no option to leave, I wouldn’t have stopped him if he did. But I would’ve wiped him completely out of my life.

“I told you I was.”

I glance at the figures and jut my chin toward his laptop. “I’ll set you up in my office then. And pulling bullshit figures off the net isn’t going to do anything at all. From here on in, you can run the clubs.” I take a step back. “Pack your laptop up, and come down to the office.”

Rome shuts his laptop and follows me downstairs. We enter my office, and I indicate for him to sit in my chair. “G,” I call.

G appears within a few seconds. “Boss.”

“Who’s the builder Dad had?”

“Luciano.”

“Call him. I have a job for him.”

“What is it?”

I walk over to the furthest wall. “This wall needs to come down, and I want a sizeable space with two desks, two chairs. He built this for Dad, right?” I tap on my desk. G nods. “Same desk.”

“One of the safes is in that wall.”

“Reposition it to be built into the floor behind my desk.” I point to the space where I want the safe.

“Anything else?” G asks.

I look to Rome. “Do you want anything else done to the room?”

“You’re the boss. Whatever you want, Frankie.”

“That’ll be all,” I convey to G.

“What’s the time frame?”

“He’s got three days.”

G snickers. “Three days? It’ll take him a week just to make the desk.”

“Three days for the renovation, and a week for the desk. Get it started today.”

G shakes his head. “No one could ever call you unreasonable, Frank.” G laughs, followed by my brother. “The car is out the front.” G exits my office, leaving Rome and me.

“I’ll give you access to the books for the clubs. We’ll start with the nightclubs, and once you’re all caught up on those, then I’ll move you to the brothels.” I pat my pockets to search for my phone. “I have something to take care of.”

“I want to come.”

“You’re not going to like what you see.”

“Are you going to glass someone to death?”

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