Page 31 of O'Mega's Revenge
There was a knock on the door. We all stood up.
The prospect at the door poked his head in. “We got a problem.”
Jackson held up a hand. “Be right out. Shut that damn door.”
The prospect closed the door and before anyone moved, Jackson looked at me and said, “Congrats, VP Wolf. No one says a fucking word about this, got it?” He winked, and then we filed out.
The scene in the main room was bizarre. Nonno’s men were circled around a dozen men in suits. In the center of the room, Nonno knelt in front of an old man in a wheelchair.
None of these men were familiar. But the gold signets that graced their pinky fingers were. I moved closer to Jackson to present a solid front. Sprout joined him on the left, flanking our president and letting him lead.
He strode up, not letting the scene intimidate him. “Did anyone offer drinks yet?”
The guy in the wheelchair looked up. “We won’t be long.”
Nonno’s eyes were wide. This looked to be his problem. These assholes were on Destroyers’ soil. If they wanted to shoot us up, they’d die.
“Any other man would be dead doing what you did, Nonno.”
Wisely, our national leader didn’t say a word. He just bowed his head. The old man, whoever the fuck he was must be near the top of the food chain. Shit, even weakened, the bastard oozed power. It was just damn odd none of us knew who the hell he was.
But Nonno did.
“Bring her to me, and I’ll spare you.” He laid a hand on Nonno’s head and held it there for a long minute— like a priest granting absolution. Then he scanned the crowd. “She said he had long hair, like a Viking.” His eyes landed on Sprout and passed over him, dismissive. They lingered on Jackson for an uncomfortable moment. But Jackson kept his hair normal.
They passed over me to the men of our club. He frowned.
“Which one of you is Wolf?”
I stepped forward, heart in my throat. His eyes were black and evil sharp.
“My girl says you threw her out last night.”
“Yup.”
My brutally short response insulted his bodyguards because they tensed.
“Why?”
I paused a moment and pointed at the room, creating a wide swath as I indicated the entirety of it. “This is our house. Guests shouldn’t insult their hosts, and servants even more so.”
Behind me, Jackson snickered.
Nonno noted the sound.
“How were you insulted?”
I smiled. He modulated his tone to be curious, but quietly condescending. The game was afoot. He’d made it clear with his little display of power, making Nonno kneel, that he was important. Powerful men never entered a situation like this without a plan. By doing so, he’d caught us flat-footed, too.
“She called me a liar and a neanderthal.”
“You’ve been called worse,” Sprout muttered.
Dumb shit. When fighting a cobra, don’t call attention to yourself. I took another step forward, setting my feet wide as I noted his bodyguards getting nervous. “Your girl? Related or owned?”
Success. His attention was once again on me. He scratched his chin. “You are a smart man, aren’t you?”
For a second, I debated taking a trick out of Sprout’s bag and pretending to be a fool, but since it was a thing I’d never practiced, I dismissed the thought. “I’m certain there are smarter men, but I ain’t no slouch. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be in this club.”
