“Possibly. The source of certain PAC funds is being investigated by the Attorney General’s office.”
“PAC funds?” the Sicilian asked with a furrowed brow.
“He’s talking about money donated to his political campaign,” Jack explained.
“What does this have to do with our family?” Luca questioned.
“The Major Mogul Super PAC is the focus of the investigation.”
“What?” Jack asked with a puzzled look on his face. “Why would they investigate my contribution?”
Gianni finally slid his drink across the bar.
“It’s being alleged that the money, your money, is actually a payoff from the Savellis. They’re trying to link their money to yours.”
“Wait a second,” Luca intervened. “Why would a Savelli need to pay off a state governor? What does the Attorney General know of the Savellis?”
“I don’t know, but I can guess they assume you’re linked to some sort of organized crime.”
Victor sipped his drink as Luca glared at him with narrowed eyes.
“Why would that be your guess?” he asked in a tone that would normally induce fear.
But Victor feared no man.
He finished the liquid in his glass and slid it back over to Gianni for a refill. He turned directly into Luca’s glare. “I guessed that, Don Savelli, because I am an educated man. I do not know, nor do I care to know the specifics of your business dealings. What Idoneed to know, is if it’s going to affect me.”
A soft laugh came from Gianni Storm as he handed Victor another glass of Scotch.
“You got balls, Governor,” Gianni quipped before sipping from his own glass.
“Two of ‘em,” Victor affirmed.
Jack laughed and joined Gianni behind the bar. He poured himself some cognac and rested his forearms on the marble top.
“Victor, my money is as clean as whistle, and I know you know that. Now, I don’t know who you pissed off in the Attorney General’s office, but investigating you by investigating me, is a colossal fuck up on their part. It offends my delicate sense of power.” He poured himself another round. “So, drink up, Governor. Enjoy a night with the fellas. Then, go home, spend time with your beautiful wife. Rest assured that when you wake, you will have no more issues with the Attorney General’s office.”
Jack raised his glass and emptied the contents.
“Yeah, well, that’s that,” Gianni muttered, sipping from his own glass.
Jack was known to be a man of his word. If he felt as if he could handle the situation, Victor had no reason to doubt him. Like the Creeds, the Storms had a vast amount of power in many arenas. And since Victor, apparently, had none in the State Attorney General’s office, he’d did as suggested and enjoyed a night with the fellas.
Around midnight, Jack was walking him to the door. Gregor and Rory were exactly where they’d left them. Gregor opened the front door and surveyed the surroundings.
“Thanks for your time, Jack.”
“No thanks necessary, Governor. It’s an honor to have you in our home.”
After they shook, Victor followed Gregor outside. Rory was right behind him. They descended the few steps that led to the walkway and made their way to the SUV, but it was empty. Naomi was nowhere to be found.
Victor looked around the long circular driveway and spotted her cozying up to who he assumed was another driver because the man was leaned up against a black Cadillac SUV as if waiting for his passenger. He was tall with a darker, olive complexion. Victor guessed he was of southern Italian descent; most likely Sicilian. He could have been Luca Savelli’s driver, or bodyguard, or both.
“Unacceptable!” Gregor growled.
He turned to Rory and nodded his head in Naomi’s direction, gesturing for him to go and get her. She was twirling her hair around her finger and giggling at something that probably wasn’t all that funny. Victor was quickly becoming annoyed. He had a good buzz going and wanted to get home so he could climb between his wife’s thick thighs. Collier, his former driver, may have been a psychopath, but at least he always had the car ready.
As Rory hustled Naomi to their vehicle, Gregor opened the back door of the SUV. When Victor slid in and relaxed against the soft leather, the rest of his detail loaded into the other cars.
