He’s sweating profusely now, and it brings me immense satisfaction.
“You see, I don’t appreciate it when someone tries to double-cross me. What do I do when that happens, Jack?”
“You destroy them, boss.”
“I’ve heard,” Antonio mutters, and I tilt my head to the side.
“What have you heard?”
He shakes his head, like he didn’t mean to say that out loud. So I get closer and stand over him. I have at least six inches on him.
“What. Have you. Heard?”
“You almost killed your wife,” he whispers.
“Idiot,” Jack mutters as anger moves through my veins.
“Is that what you heard, Antonio?”
He nods and licks his lips, and I turn to Jack.
“Different tool.”
He takes the hammer and replaces it with my cleaver, and when I turn back, Antonio takes a step back, but I shake my head.
I strike fast, grab his hand, pin it to the desk, and then remove it with one hard chop of the cleaver.
Antonio starts to scream as one of my soldiers fires up a butane torch to cauterize the wound.
I can’t have him bleeding out in my office.
“Now, you listen to me, you piece of shit. You’re lucky I didn’t kill you for simplythinkingabout my wife. You stole from me, and not only will you pay for it, but you’ll send a message back to your boss. If this happens again, I take your head without warning, am I clear?”
Tears roll down his face as he nods.
“Good. Have a nice day.”
I turn my back on him, and my men escort him out. Jack sighs.
“Did you have to take the whole hand? This is going to be a bitch to clean up.”
“You haven’t cleaned up blood in a decade,” I remind him. “We have people for that. And yes, I did. He mentioned my wife.”
Jack shakes his head but knows better than to say anything else.
“That concludes my business,” I tell him. “I’ll be out with Natasha today. You can take the jet back if you want. I’m keeping eight men here with us.”
“When will you be back in Vegas?”
“Tomorrow afternoon.”
“I’ll go back, then. Call me if you need me.”
“Same goes.”
Thirty-Nine
NATASHA
