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“What do you plan to do? Why are we sticking our necks out for her? That money isn’t worth it.”
“You don’t actually think I plan to do this shit, do you?”
“But you?—”
“What’s she going to do if I don’t deliver? The Alliance has already depleted everything she has. She’s worse off than we are. This is probably her last.”
“What do you want me to do, boss? Do we at least make it look like we tried?”
“For Christ’s sake. First, someone needs to open a fucking window in here.”
Her perfume is lingering in the air like a fucking blanket trying to cover everything else up. My dog could take a shit right in this office and I doubt I would smell it over that shit she bathes in. The scent is disgusting.
I wave Antonie off. Sometimes he’s all muscle and no brains. I, on the other hand, have been using my brain since I realized there was no stopping the Alliance from happening.
I could only allow it to rise and then cause it to implode. They have too many bosses at one table. That’s not going to last.
I’ll just give things a little help at the right time. Then we rebuild better than ever. I will hand my sons everything that was meant for them.
This is only a hiccup in the road. Real men know how to get back up after they’re knocked down. I have gotten up before, and I will do it again.
“We do nothing. Are you forgetting I have a plan of my own in motion? The long game is what I’m playing.
“I’ll take them out by their knees. That stupid cunt just bought me a few more years with her deposit. None of them will see me coming.
“That much I’m sure of and when they do, it will be too late. I’ll have my claws in, and I’ll be ripping them apart by the time they have a fucking clue.”
“That’s going to be something, boss.”
I snort. It sure is. When I’m done, everyone will bow to me for slaying the dragon. LaSalle Locatelli might be calling the shots for now, but wait until he gets a load of me.
I was smart enough to see the writing on the wall. After coming face-to-face with LaSalle and that motherfucker carvingup my face, I got out while I could but not before taking a little insurance for my next play. Elizaveta can suck my cock.
“She’ll be dead within the year,” I scoff.
“Too bad we only got half.”
CHAPTER 22
Japanese Friends
Sammy
“You’re goingto love Grandma’s cooking,” Jordan says as we all get out of the car to head into the Matsumara-Nash home.
“I will let you have what I don’t like,” I reply.
“Oh no. You’re not going to do my mom like that, Sammy,” Carmen says.
It takes a second, but I realize she’s teasing, so I don’t bother to reply. When Uncle Ryan mentioned having dinner with Kiyoshi Matsumara-Nash, I began to see things about what is to come. Kiyoshi and Ne will play a part in my future. I will know my way around Japan and will be welcomed when I go.
Kiyoshi still has many years left in his life. Although there will be more attempts to cut his time short. He and his wife will have the world believing they have found the fountain of youth.
They already do. Their wisdom and skills will come into play in both my and Jordan’s lives. Blake will be close to his grandfather and uncle.
“Dad, it’s so good to see you,” Uncle Ry croons as we enter the Matsumara-Nash home.
Kiyoshi pulls a face as he glares at Uncle Ry, but he still allows him to pull him into a hug as Ryan towers over him. When Uncle Ry releases him and reaches to mess with his tie, Kiyoshi slaps at Ryan’s hands and throws a punch at his abdomen that he clearly misses on purpose even though Ryan jumps out of the way.
