Page 64 of The Greek's Retribution

Chapter 20

Xander

After Yiorgos and Basil’sunexpected arrival and orders from Sebastian and Yiannis, we were ready to get to the business at hand. With the aerial views, layout of the mansion, and surveillance footage Tech and I were able to obtain, we formulated a plan to strike and conquer. We would go in under the cloak of night, hitting them with everything we had, including the new gear Tech sent over in the second box. The man is certainly full of surprises by the shit he’s able to get his hands on. All I can say is, Santiago and his people are going to be in for one hell of a big bang.

By one, Zar had lunch delivered from the deli down the street. Nothing too fancy, just some sub sandwiches, chips, salad, drinks. He didn’t want us to get too full, then be sluggish later on. Honestly, I really didn’t have an appetite. The only thing that was going to fill me was the satisfaction of burying Eduardo alive.

“So, Balthazar, Basil and I would like to visit your club while we’re here,” Yiorgos states as we’re sitting around after lunch.

Zar tilts his head. “It’s closed at the time being, you know, because of everything that’s going on.”

“Sure, sure but after tonight, it will be back open, no? Uncle Sebastian says you have the best gentlemen’s club in the city. I’d like to see for myself. Who knows, I might open one up in Chicago,” Yiorgos returns, smirking.

Great, here goes their competitive shit. When will these two ever let this shit go?

Zar stares at his cousin before roaring with laughter. “You...opening a gentlemen’s club? Right. Why don’t you stick to shaking down motherfuckers with unpaid debts?”

The others silently laugh while Yiorgos and Basil sit unamused.

Alistair elbows me in the side, loving every minute of their back and forth. “I love this shit.”

“What’s wrong cousin? Are you afraid my club will be more successful than yours?” Yiorgos challenges.

Zar’s laughter comes to an abrupt stop. “No club you open, whether it be a hole in the wall or juke joint will ever compare to Elite, but I’ll tell you what, open one and after a year you’ve had it up and running, because I want to give you enough time to build your clientele since my club has been open for some years now, we’ll see whose brings in the highest revenue.”

Yiorgos places his hands on the table, then leans forward. “And what is the take for the one with the highest?”

Zar mimics his cousin’s action, then replies, “The club’s earnings for that year.”

Yiorgos grins like he’s won the lottery but says nothing.

“What’s the matter cousin, is that too steep for you?” Zar taunts. “Maybe you need time to build up your bank account.”

Now that was a low blow from Zar, hell he knows that Yiorgos’ family is the richest in Athens. I swear these two never get tired of coming for each other.

“Oh cousin, trust me when I say my bank account needs no building up. Shit, if I wanted, I could buy your little club and a hundred more,” Yiorgos quickly throws back, chuckling.

Zar’s smile falls as his nostrils begin to flare like an enraged bull. Before he can clap back at Yiorgos his cell phone begins to ring. Never taking his eyes off of his cousin, he pulls it from his pocket, then looks at the screen. He answers it, then puts it on speaker, laying it on the table. Thank God for whoever it was, they just stopped these two from seriously going head to head with each other.

“Balthazar,” Yiannis says through the speaker.

“I’m here, Father. I have you on speaker,” Zar responds with his focus going back to Yiorgos.

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