When I reached the estate, Gian reached my door just as I opened it. “You disappeared on me again, boss. Lorenzo’s here and he’s angry with me.”
“Did you take Duke for a walk?”
“No.”
“Then what the fuck are you waiting for?” I called over my shoulder, striding through estate to the offices at the back.
“That’s the second fucking shipment we’ve delayed in a space of two weeks and you’re telling me you haven’t sorted out your shit yet?”
I walked in on glass hitting a wall opposite to where I stood and shattering into a million pieces.
“Put a bullet in his head, Renz, sends them a fucking message you won’t tolerate incompetence,” I casually offered.
Two pairs of eyes turned my way. My brother narrowed his at me while the other pair, belonging to one of our capos, pleaded for clemency.
“Wrong brother, fuckface.” I grinned at the man.
“Get out,” Lorenzo snarled at him then turned my way.
“When did you get in?” I asked.
“Why the fuck did you not mention you were coming to Italy? And where the fuck have–”
“Didn’t know I had to report my every move.” I shrugged.
“Your arrogance is unmatched.” At my smirk, he added, “it’s not a fucking compliment.” He dragged a hand through his hair and sat.
“Alessia sends her regards,” I said, without having to divulged what I’d been up to.
His shoulders visibly relaxed. “Did you hear anything about the issue I asked you to look into?”
Fishing my phone out of my pocket, I scrolled through shit then handed it to him. He stared at the screen for a moment and lifted surprised eyes to me. “Are you sure?”
“Scroll further down.”
He did as I asked, watched the video I had someone record then looked at me again, trying hard to hide his smile. “Dario!”
His bodyguard entered, his expression the usual calm he was known for. “Boss?”
I took a seat at the bar, watching them, wondering if Dario would break. Lorenzo studied him for a silent moment. It was easy to see why he was my brother’s righthand. Nothing ever rattled him, not even Lorenzo’s scowl.
“Want to tell me what you’re doing with Rayden’s sister?”
For a split-second Dario’s composure wavered, the shift so quick, I questioned myself if I’d really witnessed his hesitation.
“She asked for my help,” he said, too fucking cool for my taste.
“Help?” Lorenzo frowned. “With what?”
“She swore me to secrecy, boss.” Dario shrugged, his causal response earning a chuckle from my brother.
“Whatever you do, don’t fuck her. Understood?” Lorenzo ordered.
Dario laughed, surprising my brother and me. The man was serious as fuck and getting a smile out of him was harder than robbing a bank. “I have no intention of doing so. We’re just friends.”
Slowly, Lorenzo nodded, his expression a dead giveaway he didn’t believe him. “Sure.” He watched Dario leave then turned his attention to me, taking a seat at his table. “Want to tell me what’s your interest in Veer?”
My brow shot up. “Rahul!” That little shit’s ass was going to meet the tip of my shoes. Good thing they were metal fucking tipped. “No interest.”
