Page 54 of The Don

Closing the door, I walk over, sit, and turn on my computer. There’s one knock before the door opens. “Dante,” I say when I look up.

“Sir, everything’s been dealt with.”

“Good.” I gesture for him to sit.

“Bruno said something that leads me to believe that Adrian had been planning this for a while, and we have disloyalty among the remaining men.”

“I caught that too,” Dante says as he sits back and crosses one leg over the other. “He said Adrian has asked a few men to go with him.”

“Find out who, and take care of it.”

“You want me to take them out even if they didn’t go with Adrian?”

“Yes, I do.” Dante’s brows rise. “You don’t agree?”

“They didn’t go, though.”

“But they’re not loyal to me either.”

Dante twists his mouth as he stares past me. “Ah,” he says as it dawns on him.

“Exactly. They didn’t go with him, but they didn’t let me know that he was planning to leave. Which means their loyalty doesn’t necessarily lie with me either.”

“What if it’s half the men?”

“Then we’ll be down half our men.” He nods once and chuckles. The knock on the door makes Dante sit straighter. “Yes,” I say sharply.

Maria opens the door and brings me my coffee. “Coffee, Dante?” she asks with a smile.

He waves his hand dismissively. “I’m fine.” Dante offers her a small smile. Maria backs out of my office and closes the door. “I’ll find out who knew and take care of it.”

“There’s one more thing.”

“What?”

“I need you to arrange a sit-down with the president of the Fallen.”

“We’ve already discussed this and I think that’s crazy,” Dante’s voice elevates. “Why the fuck would you want to do that?”

“Because I’m working on a gut feeling.”

He shakes his head and clicks his tongue to the roof of his mouth. “That’s a suicide mission. The president of the Fallen, sit down with the very same people who killed their road captain and sergeant?”

“I’m not asking, Dante,” I warn. “Get it done.”

He exhales loudly and shakes his head. “I don’t like it, but I’ll get it set up.”

“Good.” I look to the computer and add, “My next delivery of cocaine comes in tonight at eleven. We’re going to be there for that.”

“You’re all sorts of fun today, aren’t you?”

I arch a brow and snicker. “What can I say? I like making you work for your money.”

Dante stands and leaves my office. Good, because I have work to do. Though when Storm barks, I turn to look out my window to find Eliza throwing the ball for him and Storm chasing after it. Every time he brings it back to her, he bounces on the spot and barks to encourage her to keep throwing it for him.

She pretends to throw the ball, making him take off, look around, then run back to her. I find myself relaxing whenever I see my girl.

Although I could spend every moment watching her, I have work to do.

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