“You own two more casinos. There is the establishment I was at last night…”
“Fuck you, Smith. Fuck you all.”
“Don’t you want to hear what we’re offering first?” I pause, giving him time to calm himself. It’s not a bad offer. Granted, the majority of his money comes through his drug trade, and to start over in a new city is…messy.
But then again, he has a young daughter. Perhaps he’s ready for a quieter life.
“I already know what you’re offering. A buy out.”
He’s right, I’ll give him that. “You shot up my brother’s place with his fiancée inside. Bombed a club of Mason’s. Did you think this ended with all of us living harmoniously in Vegas?”
He spits some Russian words into the line. “I expect Mason to honor his original agreement.”
“You think we don’t know the deal you were trying to cut behind our backs with the Italians? The original agreement is off the table. It has been for a while.”
He rumbles more words in his native language, none of them sounding happy. “I cut that deal for the girl so that we could move forward. Not go backward.”
I don’t give a fuck about his intentions. Honeyeh was never his, and honestly, I ought to make him pay for what he almost did. “It’s a good deal, Dimitri. The kind of money that would allow you to build a whole new life somewhere else.”
“You underestimate me as a Russian and as a man if you think I’m going to let you push me into retirement.”
“Build a new business, a legitimate one. Or stay underground. It’s up to you. But Mason and I will buy out your casinos and your clubs that mask your brothels for a fair market value. You won’t get a better deal.”
“You know neither of those are where the real money comes from.” He’s spitting mad now. “I’m not leaving Vegas.”
“Sell that business too. Take your product elsewhere. Your call.”
“I refuse.”
I let out a long breath. “Don’t make me repeat what I did with the last casino, Dimitri. It will be a lot fucking slower for us, and significantly less lucrative for you. Think about your options and call me when you’ve seen reason.” And then I hang up.
Painting Dimitri into a corner is a gamble, and I hope it’s worth the risk. He’s a dangerous man. But this has gone on too long and it’s time to end it.
I push up from my chair, and head to my bedroom. It’s quiet in the house, which is the norm for Sundays, but I find it unsettling. Outside, I see Honeyeh and Darius by the pool.
Darius is laying in a chair, Honeyeh, in a tiny bikini, is adjusting an umbrella over her brother.
She looks gorgeous and the sight of her caring for her family has my insides going soft and my cock growing hard.
Am I ever going to get enough of her?
Everything she does only makes me want her more. Stepping into the closet, I shrug off my clothes and pull out a bathing suit. I can’t remember the last time I used the pool, and I shake my head, laughing a bit.
Honeyeh has brought this house to life. I’m still not sure how, but I know she has.
Tying the suit, I grab some towels and head outside. By the time I reach the pool, she’s lounging in one of the chairs, her body on full display.
I stop, just staring.
Darius is sound asleep, snoring softly in his chair next to her.
Honeyeh looks at me with a smile. “He’s tired. I think he was up late last night with that gaming system.”
I wince. Not because I bought him the games, but because a boy his age should have almost limitless energy for staying up and playing games.
I join Honeyeh, sitting on her chair next to her hip, my hand splaying out on her belly. “We’ll get him right, Honeyeh.”
She looks away, nipping at her lip.