Page 34 of Vows In Corruption

This man has been married to the mafia’s consigliere’s daughter for a few months now and he is still very much in the honeymoon stage.

Dante lets out a grunt on the other side. “One of these days you are going to marry a girl and fly her across the world just because she wants something specific to eat and when that day comes, I’m going to call you and asked who the most pussy whipped mother fucker is and the only answer is going to be you.”

I actually let out a laugh. “That day is never going to come.”

“It will and I will be waiting.” If I didn’t know any better, I would think my friend is a little annoyed, but he quickly changes the subject before I’m able to call him out on it. “Anyway, I know you didn’t call me to talk about how whipped I am, so what’s going on?”

Time for business.

“I need you to do two things.” As I say the words, the scanning device beeps notifying me that no listening devices have been found.

Hill may not have planted them this time, but I have no down that he will if he ever gets the chance, especially now that I’ve planted the thought in his head.

“What are they?”

“I need you to dig into Peter Hill. I need the deep shit, that I can’t find on my side. He’s a board member that would rather see me dead in the ground than see me as CEO of this company. I know he’s in something dirty, I need you to find out what.”

The bastard has always been slimy and off putting. There is no doubt in my mind that he has his hands in something corrupt, and possible has been for years. I just have to find out what.

For years I’ve been looking into the bastard, and every single time I’ve come out empty. What ever he is in, he is good at hiding it. Which is why I need Dante’s help. I may have connections, but he is able to dig into the dark things in ways I can only dream.

“You know, some people would say that you are in some dirty things yourself.”

An involuntary growl leaves my mouth. “What I do isn’t on my company’s dime.”

“But you use your company’s resources.”

“I don’t hear you complain when those resources have helped you or landed in your hands.”

“You never let me complain,” he says and pauses for a few seconds before he continues. “I’ll look into Peter Hill and see what I can find. It’s a common as fuck name though, so if you have any other information on him, I’m going to need it.”

“I’ll send you what I have.” I say, waking up my computer and typing out an email with all the information that I know about Peter hill.

“Great. Now, what’s the second thing.”

Right. The second thing. The true reason to the newly named head of the mafia this bright Monday morning.

“This one is less dingy.”

I shouldn’t do this. I shouldn’t look into the woman that is bound to walk through my door any minute now. I should’t want to invade her privacy because someone else invaded mine. I shouldn’t look into there, but I want to.

I need to.

She captured my attention. She made me intrigued. And now I need to know everything about her.

When I speak next, there is no hesitation. “Her name is Ella Vincent and she just started working for Lane Enterprises. I need to know just the basics on her.”

“Okay?” Dante pauses as if he is waiting for more, but there isn’t more. “And who is this Ella Vincent to you?”

I stay silent for a minute trying to figure out the answer to that question. It takes me a longer than necessary to come up with a response, especially when the woman in question steps foot in my door way.

Did she hear me say her name?

Her facial expression doesn’t give it way, but it does show nervousness but there tinge of curiosity. It’s buried deep, but it’s there. I can see it.

Without taking my eyes off my new assistant, I answer Dante.

“I don’t know yet. When I find out, I will let you know.”

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