Page 10 of Marcellus: House of Drakos
“Maybe if you showed some concern for her you would have.”
“I do show concern for her, but her leaving isn’t my business. She saw I was doing better. She knew you were here with me.”
“It’s not about you!” Marcellus blared out. “I’m talking about her.”
Niko was puzzled. He’d never seen his father this unhinged. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“That girl waits on you hand and foot and you don’t care enough to know why she suddenly had to run off?”
“Run off? She didn’t run off. She went to take care of her business. Damn Dad. I don’t sleep with the woman, I just work with her.”
It sounded like a dig of Marcellus. Did his son see Savannah sleeping on top of him?
“You want her number?” Niko asked him.
Marcellus frowned. “Why would I want her number?”
“Just asking damn,” Niko said and began to head to his kitchen.
Marcellus was letting his pride get in the way of his concern for Savannah. The fact that she didn’t bother to wake him up and tell him she was leaving disturbed him. but he was concerned. “Yes,” he said to his son just before his son made it to the kitchen.
Niko could have asked him yes what, but he knew what he wanted. He pulled out his phone and called out the number to his father. Marcellus put it in his phone. Then Niko shook his head. He’d never understand that man. And went into his kitchen.
Marcellus went into the guest bathroom. Debated whether he should call her at all as he peed for a long time.
Then he decided to phone her. But the phone rang and rang with no pick up nor voice mail. Which sounded just like Savannah.
Why would he even call her? They had nothing in common but fucked-up childhoods. That didn’t necessitate a bond. They were from two different worlds and were oceans apart. It was ludicrous for him to think for a second that she could be the one. Just ridiculous.
He ended the call and deleted her number. Once he was sure Niko had turned a corner and could care for himself again, he was out of there.
What the fuck was he doing anyway? He had a long overdue plane to catch and he wanted to play house with some secretary? That didn’t even sound like him!
He cleaned himself up, checked to make sure his son was still okay, phoned his chauffeur to come pick him up, and left that selfsame hour.
But as soon as he plopped down in his limousine and was listening to the overhead music the way he always did, hecouldn’t stop thinking about her. And the music was R & B classics like he liked rather than that elevator shit Niko was playing. He should just let it be. But he couldn’t.
“Johnny?”
His bodyguard turned toward him. “Sir?”
“Find the address for Savannah Richardson. She’s Niko’s secretary.”
“Right away, sir,” he said as he pulled out his phone.
“Andre?”
“Sir?”
“When he gets the address, take me there.”
“Yes sir.”
Johnny got the address and Andre drove across town to a clean, modest apartment building. But when Johnny got out and opened the door for him, and was about to follow him inside as per his job, Marcellus stopped him. “Wait here. I’ll be back,” he said and entered the building alone. If he was going to be humiliated, he didn’t need an audience.
He took the stairs to the second floor and knocked on the door.
A black man answered. “Yes?”
