“You coming in?”
He nodded and walked into the building.
I waited until Marco was out of sight and I dialed Vienna's number and waited for her answer. I just needed to hear her voice. Tomorrow, all that I wanted to do was lay in bed with her. I wanted to have a lot to repent for at Sunday's mass.
“Hello?” she asked groggily.
“It's me. How are you doing?”
“I was sleeping. What are you doing? I thought you had work tonight.”
“I did. Things didn't really go as planned.”
“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” I could hear the fear in her voice. How could she be snitching on me when she sounded like that? She couldn’t be that good of an actress, could she?
“No, I'm fine, baby. It's just business. Business that I didn't want to have to deal with yet. I'd rather be at home with you. What are you wearing?”
She sighed. “Just a little something silky against my skin.”
“Describe it to me.”
I loved that she didn't even give it a second thought. “It's a light pink silk tank top with white lace accents. There's a white lace thong to match.”
“I'd like to see that.”
“You will. Whenever you drag your ass home. I'll be waiting.”
“Send me a picture. Something to tease me a bit.”
“Fine. I'll see you soon?”
“In the morning. I'll be there when you wake up, I promise.”
I ended the call and I waited for the picture. Just a few seconds later, an image of herself and her voluptuous breasts in the light pink tank arrived. The lace practically blended in with her porcelain skin. She was perfect. My cock grew hard underneath my pants. I quickly exited out of the message. Now wasn't the time. I had other shit to deal with.
I walked into the office and waved off some of the thugs that were standing near the door. “We need a minute in private.”
Marco hadn't even entered the office yet, the pussy. I brushed past him and grabbed one of the guns. “Merry Christmas!” I said as I walked in.
A crease formed between my father's eyebrows. “What the hell are you doing back so soon?”
I set the gun down on his desk. “We have a problem.”
He stood up and laid his fingers down as he leaned down on the desk. I knew that stance well. This was going to go about as well as I expected.
“What the hell is that?”
“You were right about the Agnelli’s.” I was going to have to lie to my father. I wasn’t ready to tell him about Vienna. But I needed him to know the truth about Armani. He was playing him. And I wanted to personally handle that motherfucker.
“Right? How?”
“They’re on the move, they’re already here making deals right under our noses. We have to watch our backs. Are you sure this Armani guy is as clean as he says? The kid claimed that he only sold handguns and that he had totally different buyers.”
He shook his head. “That doesn't matter now.”
“Yes it does. It establishes if the kid was telling the truth. We need to know if Armani is a problem. Trying to start a blood war between us and the Agnellis, or worse he’s working for them. He had to have known that they were already after us. He should have told you.”
“Fine, I'll speak to him. I'll handle it. Like I always do.”