Page 52 of Dirty Mafia King
The little shit stiffens.
“Pass Don Lucchese a beer.”
“Bring me a six-pack instead, son.” Don Lucchese gestures to Sandro.
“Isn’t he in his eighties?” Governor Amato chimes in.
Everyone pauses to glare at his blatant disrespect. Sandro brushes Governor Amato hard in the shoulder as he returns to the cart to fulfill his godfather’s request.
“Speak out of turn again, Governor, ” I calmly say, “and I’ll club you over the head and bury you beneath the tee.”
Amato blanches, message received.
Don Lucchese nods.
As for me, I’m done with fucking about on the golf course. It’s Renzo’s game, anyway.
And now Alessia’s.
Sandro returns, every move heavy with anger. I wait for bottles to be passed around, before raising mine in the air.
“To new streams of revenue.”
Everyone drinks, even Alessia. The way she’s conducting herself pleases me.
“To Atlanta, and its new boss, Dante Lucchese.”
Dante taps my bottle with his as Sandro drills new holes for the golf course with his eyes.
It’s time for the little shit to prove his worth.
“I’m turning over complete control of the Riverview Casino to my son, Alessandro Beneventi.” I stalk over to my stunned son and thump him on the back. “Pack your shit. You’re moving to New York.”
Madonna mia. Those better not be tears.
“Thank you, Father.”
I nod. He can thank me by not fucking up.
“Alessia,” her father exclaims. “You’re coming home.”
She flinches.
His insincerity pisses me off. I’ll never win Father-of-the-Year, but this stronzo takes selfishness to a different level.
“No.” My decision’s immediate.
Fortunately, everyone except the Amatos are so caught up in celebrating the news that they miss my final words.
“Alessia stays here.”
CHAPTER20
BASTIAN
The taste of blood on my lip invigorates me. I lean into my opponent and, with a quick uppercut, send him flying backward.
“Fuck, it’s on,” Freido says.
