Vincent says. “If feds ever find those weapons and our names get dragged in, we’re all screwed. We don’t want those kinds of problems. We’ve had enough shit with feds over the years. But this would be bad. I agree that Falcone wouldn’t have just sold the weapons on the street. We just need to know where the fuck he took them. By the same token I want to know if he’s gotten to any of our people in Europe.”
Falcone is a sneaky bastard. Getting to him is going to require using more than my fists.
“Okay, you have my word, I’ll figure this out. The shipment on the rest of the guns will go out as normal, and I’ll replace the workers by tomorrow,” I promise.
“Alright, I’ll leave it with you. I want a report every evening on what’s happening. Call me at the first sign of trouble.”
“You got it,” I reply.
Georgiou stands and so do I. it ends the meeting and signals he wants to talk to me in private. I give Vincent a nod before we leave.
As soon as we get to the foyer, Georgiou stops in his tracks and I follow suit, gearing myself up to hear whatever my overbearing brother has to say.
“Christian, I’m helping at Pa’s request. Before you breathe fire on my ass, that’s why I’m helping,” Georgiou explains.
I want to tell him he and Pa can go fuck themselves, but again I hold off.
“And why has he requested this?” I demand.
“Because the shit is worse than Vincent’s allowing you to know. Vincent was lenient, but the gravity of the situation is bad. If Angelo goes then he’ll take people with him. He’s not the kind of client to shit on and if this shit doesn’t get resolved that’s nine hundred thousand down the drain for them, and implications nobody wants. Pa’s considering shifting you back to the books, and I mean pushing pencils on the small contracts.”
All I can do is stare at him.
One little mistake and this is what happens. It wasn’t even a mistake. I was just being too careful, and not being careful enough.
Fuck… if my father does that to me, I’m out. What Georgiou is suggesting is shit you do when you just finish college. Bookkeeping and fucking shit like that.
“This is bull shit Georgiou and I’m not going to stand for it,” I argue.
“Well you have to. Pa’s serious, he’ll take it to vote if he has to. He said so. He didn’t think the others would disagree if they were going to lose out on million dollar contracts and put our business at risk.”
Moving to vote hasn’t been done in recent years. not while I worked for the company. Vincent is boss, but my father and my two other uncles will have rights in regard to the running of the business. Vincent has the final word, but his opinion can be swayed. Definitely if I’m made to look like a liability to the company, and the family.
“I see,” I say and seethe. “What about you? You want to see me pushing pencils? Did you offer your help to make sure that happens?”
“Motherfucking bastard, like I would do that to you,” he states enraged.
“Wouldn’t you, Boss,” I answer, and he doesn’t reply. He knows what I mean and I’m almost certain he offered up his help so he could make himself look good.
I cut him a crude stare and walk away, leaving him to stew in the shit of his thoughts. He can do whatever he thinks he’s doing to help and run back to Pa and lick his ass.
I have to figure this shit out myself, or in a way outside the influence of my father and Georgiou.
Instead of heading to my office like I would on the regular, I jump in my car and head to the ice locker the cleanup crew use to store the dead until we give the go ahead to dispose of the bodies.
I’m gonna see what the dead can tell me.
Maybe they can give me a lead. That’s all I need. Something I can work with. Once I get that, I’ll figure this shit out.
Chapter Five
Lilly
“Mama, can we have some more of those rainbow cookies again?” Rosie asks with a little smile.
It’s one of those smiles that make me feel like I have everything I want right in front of me. Unfortunately for me this child could smile at me and make me agree to anything.
“Sweetie, Mama doesn’t want your teeth