Page 93 of Scandalous Kingpin
PRIEST
Iwas already angry when I arrived at the entrance of the underground gambling club that had been “given” to the Corsicans. After I was kept waiting there for ten minutes by Jean-Baptiste’s men, I was fucking furious.
When I stepped from the dock and followed the path that led inside, I blinked several times to chase away the red mist. It wouldn’t do to reduce the fucking club to ashes… yet.
First I needed answers from Sébastien.
The moment I spotted him next to Bogdan, the Serbian mafia don, the red mist returned with a vengeance and my anger turned into rage.
He sat at one of the tables as he scanned the crowd, wearing a dark suit and a smirk on his face, and it was immediately clear. This club wasn’t Jean-Baptiste’s. It was Bogdan’s through and through.
I made my way deeper into the club to find the two facing off and I stilled, listening.
“…supposed to do? Giving him her name and location was stupid and reckless,” Sébastien snarled.
“Ivy DiLustro is well protected.” My anger ramped up and I had to take a step back or risk attacking them to the point of no return. And I needed to hear everything concerning my wife. “She’ll be fine.”
Sébastien punched the wall. “And if she’s not? Jean-Baptiste is a fucking animal, and if he so much as touches?—”
He spotted me and I swore that even under the poor lighting of the club, he paled.
“Fuck,” he cursed, running a hand through his hair. “Here we go.”
I was so fucking tempted to just plow through the guards I could see closing in on me in my periphery. I’d end them all and leave Sébastien and Bogdan for last. But that might delay me from reaching Ivy, which was not an option.
“I think it’s in your best interest to tell me why Jean-Baptiste, your fucked-up business associate, is stalking my wife,” I said with apathetic calm while my ears buzzed with rage.
Noting the icy look on my face, Bogdan raised his brows, stroking his chin.
“Would you like to sit down, DiLustro?” he invited in his deep baritone. “Maybe a drink?”
“This won’t take long,” I snapped, seething. “Start talking. Why is Jean-Baptiste anywhere near my wife?”
“You sure you don’t want a drink?”
“Tell me,” I roared. “Or I swear to God, I’m going to level this entire city only to ensure you are both dead.”
“Suit yourself.” Bogdan flagged a waitress over. “I’m getting a drink.”
Glaring daggers at him, I ignored the waitress who showed up, throwing heated glances my way. I hadn’t noticed another woman in the two years I’d known Ivy, and I wasn’t about to start now. Once she filled Bogdan’s glass, he dismissed her and she disappeared.
“Start talking or I’ll?—”
Bogdan’s face darkened, his eyes flashing as they pierced into mine.
“Pick us off, one by one?” He chuckled quietly. His lips curled savagely. “But then you won’t know what Jean-Baptiste is planning.”
“Merde, I feel like we need dueling pistols.” Sébastien sighed, raking a hand over his head. “Maybe I should just kill Jean-Baptiste myself.”
I didn’t give two shits whether Sébastien lived or died. Yes, he was better at his job than his brother, but he let him get away with way too much, and now the fucker was sidling up to my wife?
He exhaled. “What I’m trying to say is that he leads with his dick. Though, I’m sure I don’t need to remind you of that.” I scoffed, of course I’d remember the way he tried to hold a conversation with me while a woman bounced up and down on his dick. It was an image I prayed I’d forget.
“There are millions of women on this planet,” I gritted. If that fucker even dared to inhale Ivy’s scent, I would destroy him. Demolish him. Scatter his ashes in opposite corners of this planet so he’d never find peace. “My wife shouldn’t even be on his radar.”
“She got on his radar the moment you married her.” Sébastien chuckled bitterly. “He always wants what he can’t have. The fact you took Philly from him is an added bonus, and makes her that much more desirable.”
“I fuckingletyou back in,” I growled, walking toward him and jabbing a finger in his chest. It didn’t matter that I had guns pointed at me. Fear was a mild inconvenience when you were scared out of your mind for the love of your life. “You have the dock, don’t you?”
