Page 7 of Fixate
Oh, wait.
I understood what he wasn’t saying. Dante must have reached out to Pharrell for help with something. Pharrell was an old associate we’d visited with a couple of times over the years. He was the type of person one wouldn’t forget so easily.
“Thanks for the update. Is there a follow up time I can expect?”
He paused, then said, “Not at this time. I’ll contact you when we know more.”
The line disconnected before I could say anything else. I placed my phone on the table, then leaned back in my chair as I thought over what this could mean.
Pharrell was a powerful player on the West Coast. His main enterprises were in Las Vegas, but his name reached all the way to California.
A big part of that had to do with his wife, Stasia. She was a powerhouse of a woman, who made the perfect mafia wife after having grown up the princess of the Russian Bratva. Her uncle ran the whole thing while her dad was an officer.
Together, the couple had managed to gain hold of more than their fair share of business since their union. The one time I’d met Stasia, she rubbed me the wrong way.
It was strange considering she might have been my type had she not glued herself to Pharrell’s side all night. That along with the glares she sent my way definitely gave me the ‘not interested’ signal.
Dante contacting Pharrell had to mean he was interested in making a move against his father. An alliance of that caliber could be enough to take down Domenico. Especially if I reached out to the men who weren’t still loyal and told them to lay low during an attack.
Yeah. That’s exactly what I’d do.
With some kind of plan in mind, I went back to watching the footage I’d collected. It didn’t take me long to find damning evidence that sent chills down my spine.
“There you are, my love,” a sultry voice said.
Domenico grunted. “Yeah, baby. It’s me. Get over here and show me how much you missed this fat dick…”
My jaw dropped as I listened to the pair fuck in his office. It wasn’t disgust I felt, though I definitely didn’t feel desire either.
It was relief.
Because the minute Domenico called out the woman’s name, I knew shit had just gotten real. When you run into the same people over and over again, you tend to remember names. This was even more true when discussing crime families.
Domenico’s guttural cry of, “Akari” told me exactly who he had spread on his desk: The wife of the head of the Yakuza.
What the hell was he doing fucking around with another mafia leader’s wife? That was more than asking for trouble. He’d be murdered in cold blood if the Yakuza ever found out.
I needed to monitor the situation or else the blowback could interfere with Dante’s plans to take down his father. It wasn’t so much as to who got to kill Domenico. More that we — we being Dante and myself — needed to be there to ensure the transfer of power was apparent to everyone.
If Yamamoto, the head of the Yakuza, came in and decimated the Cosa Nostra, others would believe he was making a play to take our territory and connections. They would see the affair as a side issue instead of the main problem.
But if Dante were there, he could show he’s aligned himself with the Yakuza to allow them to get their revenge instead.
A plan began to form as I kept listening to the recording. While I hated hearing that bastard getting his dick wet, we needed any information he could give me.
Most people didn’t realize how much they gave away in the throes of passion. Passwords, meetup times, names and identities — it all came out when an orgasm was crashing forward.
Domenico proved to fall in line with my assumptions. The second he groaned and came; he was telling her all about his plans to take down the Yakuza and the Russians. He told her that he’d bring her along for the journey, make her his woman and they’d lead together.
She agreed, offering him softly whispered promises of giving him heirs. I heard her mention taking birth control secretly with Yamamoto since she never truly wanted to marry him.
What a fucking disaster.
These two were clearly meant to be each other. Garbage attracts garbage, or however the saying went.
I kept myself tuned in while I turned my focus to other channels. Finding out what all the Yakuza already knew was important to the timeline. And while I wanted to know more about Dante and his trip to Vegas to see Pharrell Lyon, I knew it would have to wait.
The truth would all come out eventually.
