Fabio rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. He hadn’t served himself any food and was on his second glass of wine.
I anxiously waited on fucking Remo to speak. This dude could be a massive dick when he wanted.
“Cazzo! Just tell them what you know already!” Fabio shouted. “You said you wanted this to be a short meeting, so get on with it and don’t waste their time.”
“Don’t mind him.” Remo waved off Fabio. “Alek is here, scouting. Your club wasn’t on his radar until now.”
“What do you mean until now?” Jefe asked, sitting taller in his chair.
“Originally, he was in your territory to relax before returning to Russia. Seems he likes small towns in the country.” Remo wiped his hands on a white cloth napkin.
“And now?” Jefe asked.
“Now, there’s a woman he’s interested in.”
I cut my gaze at Jefe. “Cassandra.”
“Yes, That’s it. Cassandra. Do you know her?” Remo asked as he held a shell of claims at his lips.
“Yeah, she’s an old friend,” I told him, not wanting to give him more information than necessary.
Fabio hiked a curious brow and slightly shook his head.
“That’s interesting. I heard you were kissing her.” Remo put the empty shell down. “That’s quite a close friend now isn’t it. Or maybe you’re friends with benefits.”
Fuck. “How—”
Jefe raised his hand, stopping me. “Where are you getting your information? Is Kozlov your friend? Because if he is, we’re done here.”
“He’s not our friend,” Fabio replied quickly to assure Jefe. “Remo’s being an ass. An informer of ours told us about the kiss. We’ve been watching Alek since he entered the states.”
Remo growled in his throat but didn’t say anything.
“If you’ve known he’s in my territory, why not inform me?” Jefe asked in an irritated tone.
“Because we don’t work for you,” Remo snapped at the same time his phone rang. “Excuse me.” He stood and disappeared into the back of the yacht.
“It’s good to know where we stand with you.” Jefe stood next. “Let’s go.”
“Don’t worry. We’re solid. Remo is dealing with some personal stuff.” Fabio seemed genuine but I didn’t know if we could trust any of the Ferraris anymore.
“Do we need to worry about Alek?” Jefe asked him point blank.
“If it were me, yes. I wouldn’t let another player into my town and not worry about what he was up to,” Fabio replied.
“Fuck,” Jefe muttered.
Fabio turned toward me. “He wants Cassandra, your friend. Our informant believes Alek is planning to take her, but he doesn’t have proof yet.”
“I won’t wait for proof.” Holy shit! I needed to get home to San Diablo asap. I took my phone out and sent Steve a text asking for an update on Cass.
“Good. I wouldn’t wait for proof either. Let me know if you need any help.” Fabio shook Jefe’s hand. “You can count on me.”
“We’ve got it covered,” Prez said as he jerked his chin to the crew. He wanted to get gone as much as me.
“I’m sure you do. Can I, not my brother, count on you in return?” Fabio’s intense gaze was fixed on Prez, waiting for a reply.
“Count on us how?”
