Page 1 of The Mafia's Vendetta

Chapter One

Drew waited until one of his men opened the door for him at his family-owned club.He was there to check on the place.Alastair, the family’s Don—or head of the family—asked for him because the receivables were diminished.An unknown amount was missing every month, and he wanted to know why.He didn’t mind going out to check on things, and even though he was the head of his side of the family, he and Alastair’s family were the same.

Drew didn’t have to look back to know his three men stood right behind him, waiting for directions.They had been with him since they were all teenagers, and they were men he knew he could always count on.

He waited until his eyes adjusted to the dim light in the club before moving forward and taking a table against the wall where he’d be able to see everything.A waitress sauntered up to the table.

“Hello, Mr.Maclean.What can I get you tonight?”she said in a sultry voice.

Drew studied the woman.She’d worked at the club for a few years and been fine.Now, she showed signs of drug abuse.Her pupils were too large, and she’d lost a lot of weight since he’d seen her last.He’d have to have Newman, the club manager, watch her.The Macleans didn’t allow people under the influence to work for them.

“I’ll take a glass of my scotch.”He turned to his men.“What do you guys want to drink?”

“Bring us a pitcher of beer,” Tony said.

The woman walked off.

“Jesus, she’s fucked up, isn’t she?”Vance, one of his men, asked.

Drew nodded.

“That sucks.Are you going to fire her?”Manny asked.

“I’ll leave that up to Newman, the manager.But I’ll have someone check in with them in a few weeks to see how everything is.”

The waitress came back and set the drinks on the table.She moved closer to Drew and put her hand on his shoulder.

“Is there anything else I can do for you, Mr.Maclean?You know I’ll do anything to make you happy.”

Drew almost snorted.He’d gotten one blowjob from her years ago.The woman gave good head, but he’d never fuck her because he had no idea how many men she’d been with.

“Not tonight, Chrissy.”

She ran her fingers down his chest.“Are you sure?”she purred and then gasped when he caught her hand in a brutal grip.

“You don’t touch me … ever, unless I ask you to.Do you understand?”

The woman tried to pull away, but he just tightened his grip.

“Yes.Yes, I understand,” Chrissy said.

He released her.“Go, and from now on tonight, I want another waitress.”

He caught a look of rage flash in the woman’s eyes before she blanked them.Without another word, she turned and stormed off.

“Some women just don’t learn,” Tory said.

Drew nodded but didn’t say anything.

He’d been studying the people in the room for a few minutes before the manager, Newman, walked up.Drew could see how nervous he was and guessed it was because it was never good when a Maclean suddenly appeared.

“Hello, Mr.Harrison-Maclean.How are you this evening?”

“I’m good, Newman.How are things around here?”Drew asked and studied the manager.

“Things have been a little slow lately, but it’s finally picking up.”

“Why has it been slow?”Drew asked.

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