Zack said they needed me to go gather more information for them. They wanted me to take my wife. I did not want to take her. I’d promised her they’d never hurt her again and the very concept of setting foot on that property would hurt her. It made me fuckin’ sick, the thought of making her lie her head there.
It also made me wanna go with all the fire power I could gather, even if it took every last dime I had, so I could get in there and just take the fuckers down.
She needed time to heal from all she’d been through. She should be able to do that, knowing that as my wife that shit would never touch her again.
She should be able to focus on trying to get pregnant. That was all she seemed to want right now, as evidenced by her wedding gift to me (removing her IUD), and I really wanted to honeymoon with her, take her on a vacation, give her reasons to smile, not to mention continuing to work on the baby-making.
But, she also had to face that her sister was missing and I knew she’d torment herself with that knowledge unless I took the lead and was strong for her. So, that’s what I would do.
She was trying to paint on a smile for me. I decided I’d give us a short honeymoon to help her have something else to focus on, and then when we got back, we’d talk about Kruna. And see where things were at with Holly, unless it was good news, because Angel needed blissful ignorance where Holly was concerned right now.
Zack told Tommy and I, on a conference call, that leads were now pointing more and more towards Alessandro Romero, but he wasn’t 100% sure yet, where she’d been sent after that. This was her last suspected location.
This did not sit well. Based on Zack’s initial intel, Tommy had first called his cartel contact, the one who helped Tommy take down Juan Carlos Castillo, because it looked like he’d gotten Holly and that she’d gone to a brothel that was partly owned by Delgado, one of the Kruna partners.
When we got that initial intel from Zack, it was promising because if she was still alive, there was a good chance they would help us get her back. The cartel leader and his top men had a relationship with my brother and if Holly was alive, they’d help us move mountains to broker a deal so that whoever had her would sell her back to us. And they’d do it behind a mask to stop Delgado from finding out. Or, if we were at risk of being made by Delgado, we’d find a way to take him out.
But, we found out that they a deal had been made with Alessandro Romero for some girls, the timing matching up, and it was looking like Holly Mooney might have been a part of that deal. Young blonde virgin acquired through contacts of Delgado gets bounced a couple times until people lose track of her.
The young underage blonde who was said to be co
ming from the north (she was marked as having come from Northern Canada) had been added to a shipment of girls and we tracked every girl but the blonde underage one. She vanished.
The odds of someone like that winding up with Angel’s sister? Unfortunately, the seedy underworlds our Pop operated in was incestuous that way and there were multiple criminal organizations linked with the partners of Kruna.
Her ending up with a guy who had plenty of reasons to hate us? Not good news for us.
If he had gotten ahold of her, she might now be anywhere. Or nowhere. And even if she was still alive, if he found out her sister was married to the guy who blew up his brother Jesse by booby trapping my safe house and leading him there? It might not go well for Holly. Or me.
The fact that Romero was doing business with the people who had taken over his uncle’s territory during a time when the rivalry had been very much alive was valuable information and it might work to our advantage.
That brewing hatred was one of the reasons that other cartel helped my brother take out Juan Carlos Castillo. Things were very political in Mexico and we were still fact-finding. I was glad Angel wasn’t demanding to be kept up to date on every detail. This would be a roller coaster for her emotions and the information was trickling slower than molasses uphill.
Tommy
Las Vegas
“Leo’s been flying’ low, man, mostly under the radar. I don’t trust it,” Johnny told me, lighting a cigar.
“He’s not flyin’ low,” I corrected, “Not even a little bit.”
We were in a quiet corner, in a VIP booth at Goldberg’s titty bar, after getting back from checking progress on the new space. Fete was ready. It was looking good, too.
The new club would consist of a larger theater, experience and VIP rooms, theme rooms for observation or for play, and a swanky cocktail lounge for people in the kink community to meet.
Some of those VIP rooms were going to be experience rooms where women or men could pay to be dominated by a professional Dom or Domme or to dominate professional submissives for hire.
They could sign up for orgy participation, be placed in a cage blindfolded to be used by others, they could be strapped onto a Sybian, either alone or in a display room, be on either end of a glory hole, the list went on. People could order their fantasy and pay through the nose for the experience. It was like Fantasy Island, the kinky version. And Ben Goldberg was Mr. Roark.
The place was fucking filthy. But swanky as fuck and it was going to make us a lot of dosh. There was a public club as well as a VIP area for vetted and approved members, only.
I didn’t need the money. But it was a very nice incentive. And I liked to finish what I started. Plus, John Lewis was probably my closest buddy and needed Ferrano help.
“I got six kids to put through college, Tommy, man. And the economy has been fuckin’ killin’ me.”
It helped that staying involved would mean I could also block and maybe even crush Leo Denarda under my heel like the cockroach deserved. He’d been an annoyance up until now.
Now? He was proving to be a serious pain in my ass. I looked forward to watching him fuck himself over by being an idiot. It wouldn’t take long for him to piss off the wrong person and get a price put on his head.