“I’ll do the same.”
We were at a standstill. I never thought Nico and I would be this way. He and I have always had a flow in conversation and energy. Even in our silence, we were comfortable. But this wasn’t comfort.
“Well,” I say, picking up my tea. “Goodnight.” I quickly make my way out of the kitchen. Not much was resolved tonight. And to be honest, it will take a long time before it ever will be.
chapter Six
Catch Up
Nico
It only took Tiff and I four days to come up with a good list of candidates for a nanny. Honestly, I already knew who I was hiring. The woman came with a long list of qualifications, and she was recommended by a good friend of mine. But I was willing to entertain Tiffany with this whole search. She wanted to feel like she had an input. And since I was still in the doghouse, I had to pick my battles.
I’ve been bending a lot for her lately. I’m man enough to admit I have some groveling to do to get back in my wife’s good graces. However, there is only so much bending I’m willing to do.
“Are you listening?” Mason’s deep voice pulls me out of my thoughts.
We were having a meeting at one of Salv’s restaurants. We’re in a private dining room. Only the four of us, along with Ghost and Grant, are here.
“Of course. And as I told you, the guns haven’t been located. I’ve already spoken to my logistics coordinator overseas. He has video proof of the shipping container being loaded onto the cargo ship. They didn’t go missing on his end.”
Although we all independently run our own side of the Brotherhood Familia, Mason would be considered the Boss or the Don.
Many people would look at what my brothers and I do and consider the Brotherhood Familia a mob or gang. And I wouldn’t exactly dispute that claim. However, we wouldn’t consider ourselves either. We are just a group of guys joined by something thicker and stronger than blood. We are who we are because we needed to survive.
Yes, we do illegal things, and all of us have a substantial number of bodies under our belts, but I don’t think that makes us a gang. Working underneath us is a network of thousands of men and women. We have our hands in the pockets of police, politicians, celebrities, and most importantly, the Royal Crown. None of that makes us a mafia. I like to think of us as very dedicated entrepreneurs.
“Have Maseo check that footage, see if he can track the cargo.”
I lift my whiskey to my lips. “Already on it. I should hear back from him later today.”
“Do you have enough inventory for the seven families?” Kaz asks.
One of my jobs as the arms dealer of the Familia was supplying guns to our many allies. I have runners that handle most of my work, but I usually deal in person with the seven mafia families in the US.
“I have enough supplies to tide them over. It won’t be their usual amount.”
Working with the mafia families was always a hassle. Most of them couldn’t stand my ass, and the feeling was fucking mutual.
Mase nods. “They’ll still bitch about it, but it’s all you can do. Everything still on course with the North River opening?”
A smile spreads over my face. Admittedly, when I fired my last designer so that I could get in close with Tiffany, I thought it was crazy. Even I know when I’m doing something extreme. But damn was it not a brilliant plan.
My baby truly is an incredible designer. The way she designed Basille North River is better than I could’ve imagined. In my opinion, it is one of the better hotels I own. She did so well, I nominated her for a prestigious local design award. I haven’t told her yet that she is now one of the finalists.
“Yes, we will have our grand opening in two weeks.”
“How soon do you think we can start funneling money through it?” Salv asks.
“Once we get it up and running, I’ll start cleaning some of the money through there in about a month. It will take about a year to be fully up and functioning like the others.”
Mason takes a sip of his scotch. “Speaking of hotels, Robert Hart reached out to me a few days ago. He was hoping I could talk you into reconsidering his offer on the resorts.”
“The Hart Golf Resorts?” Salv turns to me. “Shouldn’t you be on that?”
Shaking my head, I place my glass back down on the table. “He doesn’t want to compromise. Plus, William Ingrams says he’s closing on that deal.”
Mason leans forward. “When the hell did William Ingram get the type of money Hart wants?”
