Page 99 of Beautifully Twisted


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I down mine and help myself. This is the kind of gift horse I can get behind. "There's nothing wrong with Queens. But one of your other offices is closer to me."

Dad raises a brow as he picks up his unlit cigar and chomps on it. "You in a hurry?"

"It's a long drive."

"Then you shouldn't be drinking."

I shake my head. "Says the criminal mafia Don. And I have a car service."

"One of mine?"

"One of mine." It's the Syndicate's but... I'm a little antsy. Not because of whatever favor Dad is pulling here, but because of Lola.

I don't like her being alone, not even for a little bit. And Lyndall's not real protection. Sure, the men are there, but who knows how long this is going to take.

"Is this what I owe you?"

"I helped you right a wrong with your sister, one you caused, so yes." He pauses. "Part of it."

My computer is in a bag by my chair.

He told me to bring it, so it's going to be hacking of some kind.

It does bother me a little there's no mention of me taking over. Anyone else, and I'd be letting out a sigh of relief. But this is my father, a man who doesn't let things go.

That's still in his head.

I know it as sure as I know myself.

And the 'part of it' confirms it. He'll milk this as much as he can.

I grit my teeth. "What is it you need?"

He hands me a number of sheets of paper, and I run my eye over them.

Unease trickles down my spine.

"I want you to do that. If you can."

"What the fuck is this?"

Dad tops up his glass and sets his cigar down. "Is time away from the family business making you stupid, boy?"

Now I grind my teeth. "No?—"

"It's transferring money to consolidate in one account."

I shake my head. "C'mon, Dad, let's not be fucking coy. You want me to hack into various accounts of your enemies and transfer substantial amounts of money to an offshore account."

"And?"

"You're not untouchable, it just seems like it. This is poking a whole lot of bears for no reason."

But my father gives me a flat-eyed stare. "You know fucking nothing about nothing, Enzo. They wouldn't dare."

"It'll be implicating me."

My father offers a tight smile. "You're family. Anything I do means you."