Something was wrong.
I didn’t know what it was.
Fine, yes. Yes, I did know.
What was wrong was the fact that I hadn’t given Tierney much say in the decision to be with me.
As always, I’d bullied her into moving in, negotiated her love, and even lured her into a bet about having sex. I made everyone in the Camorra, save for my brothers, refer to her as Mrs. Ferrante.
Yes, I didn’t stalk her anymore, but I was still a toxic, overbearing monster who didn’t give her room to decide what she wanted to do with her life. And that bothered me.
What bothered me more, though, was my last loose end.
Tristan Hale, that motherfucker.
I needed to find a way to get him back on American soil so I could finish him off. Or at the very least, threaten him a little to ensure he knew never to mess with Tierney again.
Which meant I was now dialing the pakhan’s number. It was still seven in the morning in Vegas, but if I had any fucks to give, they weren’t in my immediate vicinity.
“Someone had better be dead,” Lyosha greeted.
“Not at present, but I’m working on it. That’s why I’m calling. I need a favor.”
“I already did you ten this month alone. Were the territory and weapons not enough?”
I was sure the deal he and Jeremie had agreed upon put a dent in their relationship, to say the least.
“This has nothing to do with that deal.”
“What do you need?”
“Tristan Hale,” I said. “I need you to lure him to New York.”
“Why?”
My silence told him what my mouth wouldn’t. Hale wasn’t going to survive his next trip to the Big Apple.
“And what makes you think I hold that kind of power over him?”
“You’ve worked with him before.”
Hale only offered his services to people he deemed acceptable to work with, not vice versa.
“And what do I get in return for that favor?” Alex drawled.
“What do you want?”
“That Porsche looked nice. Is it custom-made?”
“You think I fucking go to the dealership and take what they have in stock like some kind of peasant?”
Alex snorted. “I’ll have it, then. It’ll look good in my collection.”
The man had at least twenty-five sports cars. How small was that dick of his?
“Have at it.”
“And a month’s supply of drugs, free of charge, delivered straight to one of my compounds.”
