Page 18 of The Boss

“I wanted to discuss the possibility of using this club for an upcoming movie I’m producing being filmed in Italy and Greece.”

Atticus was right behind the man, ready to toss him out of the club entirely. I held up my hand, Mr. Boone noticing. He suddenly seemed very uncomfortable.

“And why would I want to allow that?” I asked. Havros was slowly coming toward me, his face expressing the same anger I felt deep inside.

“Because the production team will make it worth your while.”

The man’s voice was louder than it should have been, which attracted unwanted attention from several of the club goers.

Including the man I’d come to question.

“You’ll need to make an appointment with my office, Mr. Boone. But I’m not promising anything. I take the privacy of our customers very seriously.”

“Mr. Nomikos. I’m Chase Goodman.” A young, buff dude approached, his swagger instantly igniting dislike.

“And?”

He seemed confused. “I’m a mega action star in the US.”

“That doesn’t make you a star in my country, Mr. Goodman. Now, I have business to attend to.” As soon as I tried to sidestep the ambush, he gripped my arm.

Sighing, I nodded to Atticus.

“That’s it, buddy. You’re leaving.” Atticus pushed him toward the elevator, but he wasn’t going to have an opportunity to use the exit.

“I’m not going anywhere!” The movie star was making a scene, which ordinarily would have pissed me off to a different level, but I had other business to attend to.

“Take him down the service elevator,” I told my soldier. Atticus would ensure the man knew better than to come back to the club.

Atticus grinned. “Gladly.” He switched his grip to the back of the movie star’s neck, lifting the struggling man onto his toes.

The man boasting at Sin and Shame was already making a beeline for the steel box. In my mind, a clear indication he knew more than he should.

Havros and I made it to the elevator at the same time, my brother sticking his arm through the opening to prevent the man from escaping. Not that the stairs wouldn’t have been used, the man hunted like the cockroach he was.

However, this was easier and perhaps cleaner.

He sucked in his breath, darting glances from my brother back to me.

“I assume you know who we are,” Havros asked.

“Yeah? So what? Let me the fuck out of here,” Frankie demanded.

“I don’t think you’re in any position to make demands,” I told him.

“Fuck you!”

“Wrong answer.” I shoved him against the wall. “Now, we’re going to make this very easy for you. You seem to have information about the Stalker.”

He tried to act as if he had no clue what I was talking about.

As anticipated, Havros snapped immediately, yanking the man from his stance, issuing several brutal punches to his abdomen.

“Can we hold off on the violence?” The words weren’t really about asking him politely, but telling my brother to lay off. “I suggest you talk since my brother is more unhinged than I am.”

The doors opened and Havros grabbed him by the collar, jerking him into the club.

“Out the back door,” I told him. The last thing I wanted was for the clubbers to notice and possibly report what we were doing.

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