Page 49 of Sexting His Son's Ex
“Biggest load of bullshit I’ve ever heard. I didn’t get to where I am by waiting.”
“I can’t argue that logic.”
“No one can,” I say, the computer beeping every few seconds as tries to find the only connection I have left.
The computer dings and I push Lorenzo out of the way. He rolls a few feet away, the wall stopping him from going any further.
“Anthony Marquet. Twenty-one years old.” I smile when I see his current job. “He has his own business to make anonymous deliveries. His address is right downtown. Call Sam. Get the car ready.”
Lorenzo pushes out of the chair, dialing Sam’s number immediately. “The car will be ready in five minutes.”
Sliding another drawer out from the desk, I pick up my gun and tuck it in the waistband of my pants, taking one last look at the red roses before turning my back on the past to try to figure out my future.
Not waiting for Lorenzo, I hurry out of my office, down the hallway, and out the front door where Sam is already waiting with the door open.
The sun is bright and warm against my face, a beautiful day to threaten someone’s life.
I send Sam a text and his phone dings immediately. “The text you received has the address I want you to take me too.”
“Right away, Mr. Salvati.”
I slide into the back of the car and Lorenzo is somehow already inside, waiting for me.
How did he get in here so quick?
My leg bounces while my thoughts turn, taking over my mind. Fury is making all the decisions from here on out. I’ve given this person too much leeway and now I’ve been walked all over because I had a moment of fucking weakness.
Never again.
The ride to downtown is going by in a blur since my mind is convoluted. We pass Morgan’s Flower Shop and the sign on the door says it’s open. Maybe after my meeting with Anthony, I’ll say hello to Jovie.
She’ll make my day better just by saying hello to me.
People walking on the sidewalks side-eye the car parking in a spot that isn’t meant for parked cars.
But I’m Santino fucking Salvati, and I can park wherever the fuck I want.
Climbing out of the car, a few bystanders gasp and hurry away when they see it’s me.
No one says hi to me. They keep their heads down and they mind their business just like they should.
The apartment building used to be rundown with a slumlord. I bought out all the landlords in the city, renovated every building, brought them to code, lowered the cost of rent, and included utilities in the price.
I wish I could say I only did it out of the kindness of my heart. The everyday worker nearly kills themselves to get by and I don’t like that. People deserve a good life. The world isn’t an easy place especially when men like me exist. The renovations worked well in my favor. Every building I own is full and there are waiting lists that will last years.
Unless Anthony doesn’t cooperate.
Then, I might have another opening soon.
I press the universal key fob for all my building against the scanner and the door unlocks. I toss Sam the keys and he catches them with one hand.
“If anyone asks you, you’re waiting on me.”
“Yes, Mr. Salvati.” He stands tall with his chest out, head up, hands folded in front of me as if he is a soldier following a direct order.
I suppose he is in a way.
I don’t need to double check the apartment number. I have it memorized. He’s on the first floor too.
