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I take it and spark it up with my lighter.

He holds out a small card, I take it and investigate. A name and a number, on the back, a price. Lower than the one on the piece of paper earlier, but still a staggering amount.

“Tomorrow, you call this number, you offer that price, and he will accept.”

I frown.

“How do you know?”

A mischievous grin forms.

“I know everything, Declan.”

Kinda adds up at this point.

“Once you secure ownership, we will start work on making Decadence everything we could possibly dream of.”

I can’t help but laugh.

“It’s gotta be a first, hasn’t it? No one will ever expect what lies behind the gates. Indulging in pussy and chocolate.”

That earns me a chuckle from Enzo as he blows out his cigar smoke.

“A boss with a sweet tooth,” he retorts.

“We gotta come up with a good slogan.” I tell him.

The opportunities are endless.

A chocolate factory and a sex club. What more could we need?

“So, I take it we have a deal?” He extends his hand, and I gladly accept.

“The Quinn brothers are in.”

He squeezes my hand hard, his blue eyes locking onto mine.

“Loyalty is rewarded highly in my world, Declan. This deal will make you the new boss of Pennsylvania. You will be in contact with Frankie Falcone, the New York boss, and Mikhail Volkov in Las Vegas. Are you ready for that?”

I’ve heard of both. I admire both. They’re as ruthless as they are cunning.

“More than ready, Enzo. You have my word, we won’t let you down.”

Chapter 22

CHARLOTTE

“Anything on the cameras?” I snap at Misha.

I’ve been looking out of these damn binoculars for an hour. I saw Enzo walk in on his own, or a guy matching his vague description we’ve been given.

Italian, over six foot, and dark hair.

The camera feed went down two minutes before he stepped foot through the door.

“We should have got an apartment lower down,” I grumble, looking back at Misha, who is laughing at his phone.

“I swear to fuck, if you’re watching stupid videos again, I will smash that over your damn head, Misha.”

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