Page 160 of Divine Obsession

A couple of men leaned against the wall outside, smoking; though none made a move to stop me. Probably due to the venuebeing a public space and them thinking of me being nothing but a client.

Music boomed as I walked down the hallway, though I didn’t turn right into the main room of the club, I headed towards the two large men guarding the private elevator.

“Trevor Su. Here for the meeting downstairs.”

My name immediately sparked recognition, though they still weren’t sure about letting me pass.

“It’s private to the Family.” One of them grunted, half of his face scarred.

“Then I’ll be outnumbered.” My smile was all fake and sarcastic, though what I’d said was nothing but the truth.

The two guards exchanged a look before moving out of the way and allowing me to enter the elevator. Less than a minute later, I was three stories underground and walking towards the large office that served as the main meeting room at the end of the hallway.

This time, five soldiers were outside the door.

I knew they’d all recognized me because before I even made it to the door, one of them knocked twice before opening it and letting me through.

The large oval table in the middle of the room was filled with several members of the DeMone Crime Family.

But my eyes were fixated on the one standing at the head of the table.

My fist connected with the side of Gìovanni’s face, causing him to take a step back from the force of the punch.

Moving to the bar, I poured some bourbon into a tumbler. I must’ve looked nothing short of insane interrupting a Cosa Nostra meeting, with my untucked, wrinkled shirt from the night before, and no tie or jacket.

“Everyone out.” Gìovanni’s voice was followed by the scrapes of chairs and a couple of low murmurs, before the door clicked shut again.

Silence.

“I know there was never anything between you and Natalia.”

He laughed, moving his jaw from side to side. “Congratulations.”

“That’s all you got to say?” I asked, leaning against the bar.

“What? Did you expect me to be as obsessed with her as you? Honestly, I don’t get–”

“Careful how you finish that sentence.”

“Oh, I get it.” He laughed, leaning back in his chair and rubbing his jaw. “She finally let you hit.”

“Watch your fucking mouth.”

“Just saying, man. Four years without fucking another cunt? Sounds like obsession–”

The glass from my hand went flying across the room, smashing into the wall, before I pulled my Glock out and pointed it at his head. “Do youwantme to fucking kill you?”

“Relax, man. Just stating the obvious: how she got youthisfucked up,” He chuckled, glancing down at my un-ironed suit.

“You had your men watch me?”

“I tend to keep track of those that fuck with me.”

“Fuck is that supposed to mean?” I snarled.

“Exactly what it sounds like.”

“Youwere the one buying her flowers. Making advances.” When I’d shown up to her apartment last night, a part of me feared the date Francesca was setting her up on would be with Gìovanni. He’d denied every girl his parents had chosen for him, but they’d never suggested Natalia. What if he was holding out for her? What if they pretended they randomly fell in love after his sister set them up?

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