Page 8 of Under The Greek's Protection

Chapter 3

Alistair

Impatiently tappingmy foot, leaning against the wall, I look at my watch for the fourth time. Before we could fly back to Chicago this morning, we had to make a quick stop at one of the gaming houses that had come up short for the third time. I tried to convince Balthazar to have Frankie and Hendrix take care of it, but he wanted to handle it himself.

I woke up as the sun was starting to rise, with Hailey and Devyn on my mind. After Devyn called me last night, my dreams plagued me of Hailey taking her and leaving. Then, they would turn naughty with me fucking Hailey into submission. I needed to get to my wife and make her see things my way. So, when I got to Balthazar’s house earlier, I was ready to head to the airport, but that was thwarted by this greedy asshole.

“Morris, help me to understand how my money has come up short four times. This gaming house is one of my biggest money makers and from what my accountant has told me, there’s about thirty thousand unaccounted for,” Balthazar states, sitting on the edge of the pool table tossing the eight ball up and down in his hand.

Morris Baros has been running the house for the last four years. Personally, I’ve never really liked the cocky son of a bitch. I would’ve fired his ass a long time ago, but hey, I’m not the Boss, Zar is. This house might be bringing in large sums of money, but Morris is always the last one to turn in his weekly profits.

Morris shrugs his shoulders. “I personally count the money before I, myself, turn it into Xander.” He cuts his eyes at Xander, then back to Zar.

“Motherfucker, are you saying I took the money?” Xander roars, taking a step forward before Zar stops him.

“What are you saying Morris?” Zar questions.

Morris holds his hands out to his sides. “All I’m saying is, the money is always accounted for when it leaves my hand.”

“Are you right handed or left, Morris,” I ask, pushing off the wall, then moving closer to him.

“What?” he responds with a stupid look on his face.

Stopping a few feet away from him, I repeat my question. “Are you right handed or left?”

Morris looks at his right hand, holding it up. “Right.”

I whip out my pistol and put a bullet through the middle of his hand. Morris screams with pain as he falls to his knees, grasping his right hand with the left one.

Holstering my gun, I glance over at Zar and Xander. “Can we hurry this up, we have a flight to catch.” I go back to my place on the wall and wait.

Zar gives the eight ball one last toss before placing it back on the pool table, then stands.

“Morris, you have twelve hours to get my money. Frankie and Hendrix will come by to pick it up. If you don’t have it, they will have orders to kill you. If you try to run, they will also kill you. My eyes are watching you, Morris,” Zar tells him, then pats him on his head. “Let’s go.”

We leave Morris’ crying ass, still holding his hand as blood falls to the floor. When we step outside where the limo is waiting with Father and Grandfather inside, Zar instructs Xander, “Make sure Frankie and Hendrix dispose of his ass after they get the money. That motherfucker thought I was going to let him live.” We laugh getting into the vehicle, finally on our way to the airport.

Less than three hours later, we were pulling up to my parents’ house. On the way to the airport, we stopped and picked up Mike, so he could visit with Janae. Tech called to let me know that, that pussy Andre was laid up in the hospital after having surgery, to have the bullet removed from his knee. He said he’d keep me posted on when the asshole is discharged. Tech then told Zar there were still no sightings of Trent. Old man Ganino’s family had started making funeral arrangements for him. Our best bet was that Trent would show up for the funeral. I couldn’t see him missing his grandfather’s burial.

As we began to get out of the limo, I couldn’t help the chuckle that left me as Devyn ran out the door calling my name.

“Alistair, you made it back,” she gushes, wrapping her arms around my waist.

“I told you I was coming,” I reconfirm, hugging her back.

“What about us,” Zar teases. “You didn’t want to see us?”

Devyn giggles as she removes her arms. “Yes! Hey Zar, Xander, Yiannis, Grandfather, and Mike,” She greets them, giving each one a hug.

“Althaia and GeeGee cooked lunch for everyone,” Devyn informs, holding Grandfather’s hand as we walk to the front door.

“Good, because I am starving,” Balthazar states.

I’m hungry, but I had a more pressing issue that needed to be taken care of before I could eat.

“Where’s your sister,” I ask.

Devyn innocently grins at me, replying, “She’s upstairs, in our room.”

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