Page 17 of Crowned By the Mafia Billionaires

CHAPTER 8

BENNETT

My father tosses the report onto his desk. “Three men were hospitalized.”

I lean back in the chair and nod. “I know.”

His eyebrows lift. “You know?”

I sit up a little taller. “I got the call around two this morning.”

There was a fight at one of our strip clubs last night. It started between two customers and somehow turned into six men throwing punches, breaking tables, and causing enough damage that the manager finally had to shut the place down.

Dad folds his arms over his chest. “And?”

“I’m increasing security. We’ll have two more men inside on the weekends and another one outside. I also told the manager I want security closer to the girls on the dance floor instead of hanging around the exterior.”

Dad seems to think about it and nods slowly. “Good.”

There’s something different about these meetings now. For years I sat across from him while he told me what to do. Now I tell him how I fixed a problem or what needs to be done.

He reaches for another folder. “Anything on Victor?”

My whole body tightens. “No.”

Dad’s expression hardens. He wants this to be over with Victor but not more than I do. “Nothing?”

“Nothing. We have men looking for him everywhere. We’ve checked every property we know he owns and every place he usually goes.”

Dad swears but finally nods. “He’ll turn up.”

“I know.”

Dad leans back in his chair. “And when he does, I want him.”

I stare at him. I want Victor too, even more after the way he’s tormenting Audrey. The asshole put a bounty on his own daughter. He destroyed her apartment, and he has her looking over her shoulder every second of the day. I want to be the one to find him and put an end to it, but my father should get the honors. He threatened Mom, and Dad won’t give up until he pays for it. I nod. “When we find him, he’s yours.”

Dad studies me. I must have hesitated too long. “You sure about that?”

I’m honest with him. “Am I sure about it? No. But I will still turn him over to you.”

We go through a few more things, but Audrey stays on my mind.

Eventually, I close the folder in front of me. “There’s something else we need to talk about.”

Dad leans back and slowly says, “Okay.”

“It’s about Audrey.”

His expression changes immediately. “What about her?”

“Her apartment was broken into yesterday, and we’ve found out that Victor has a bounty out on her.”

Dad straightens in his chair. “Was she hurt?”

“No. She wasn’t there.”

I tell him about the apartment being destroyed, how the word TRAITOR was painted across the wall, and how most of her clothes were cut or torn. By the time I’m finished, Dad’s jaw is tight. “Where is she now?”