I stood up and straightened the lapels of my suit.
I might not be the big boss.
Hell, I might not be the underboss.
But I still had connections.
And Dario.
Dario was the nephew of the big boss.
If Dario wanted my sister, he would have her.
I didn’t care what it took.
“Either sign these papers or die,” I said. “Either outcome works.”
The only thing that saved the man as long as it had was the fact that he got into enough fights that he had to go into solitary once every other week. The man barely spent any time in the yard.
“Have a good day, Devin. Make sure you do what Daddy says today.”
I gritted my teeth.
This little prick.
Walking to the door, I banged on it twice.
A guard opened the door and let me out.
I waited until we were out in the lobby before I stopped him.
“Make his life even more miserable,” I ordered.
I slipped the guard a hundo and walked away, my gaze snagging on a man in the parking lot on his phone.
He didn’t look up as I passed him, but I swear to Christ he looked familiar as fuck.
With one last passing glance, I got on my phone and said, “Hey, make sure he signs those papers. I want it done before my sister realizes what’s happened. Lean on whatever you need to to make that happen.”
My right-hand man, Everett, grunted. “You got it, boss.”
I hung up and called Dario.
“You get it done?” he asked without greeting me.
“Done,” I confirmed. “Kind of. He needs a bit more convincing. But I bribed the guard again. They won’t let up on him until he signs.”
“Good,” Dario grumbled. “Did you get the kid moved?”
“Tired of fuckin’ doing it,” I grumbled. “Stashed them in some middle-of-the-road town in Montana. They’ll never find them there.”
“Good,” Dario said. “They better not ever be found. I don’t want my new wife knowing.”
I snorted. “She’s too dumb to ever figure that out.”
“Don’t underestimate her, Devin,” Dario said. “You do know that she’s outsmarted us for seven years now, right?”
“She’s done, though,” I pointed out. “It was all luck, anyway.”
