Page 3 of Say I Do

“Fix his car, pay him triple, and do it before you meet up with me tonight.” I sat down, willing my blood pressure to lower as I ignored Gin’s protests. “I’m not going to repeat myself.”

Gin groaned. “Fine, fine,” he huffed. “Why are you in such a shitty mood today? And what’s with this meeting tonight?”

“Just be there and dress… better than you are now.”

He tugged his t-shirt away from his body that said Hot Dilf. “Ash bought me this.”

“I don’t need to know that. Be there tonight. Dress nice.” I stood up. “Gotta go meet Enzo.”

“For a cleanup? Yeah, he called me, but I ignored it. Knew it was going to be something tedious.”

Walking around my desk, I grabbed my brother’s ear and dragged him from his seat. “Good to know. You can join me since you want to fuck around. Let’s go.”

“I gotta tell Ash!”

“Text him from the car.”

“He gets whiny when I do that.”

“The number of fucks I give has gone way below zero, Giancarlo.”

We stepped out of my office. The door locked automatically behind us as Giancarlo tugged out his phone and started to text. I released his ear.

“Mr. Vitale, we have a problem.” Christopher jogged up to me, a frown on his face. He’d been one of my best earners for a while, but he was a pain in my ass. “The last shipment was hit. I don’t know who did it, but—”

“It’s your job to find out,” I said through gritted teeth. “Go handle it.”

“The problem is the guy we have down there for imports? He ain’t talking.”

I stopped in my tracks and wheeled around on him. Christopher shrank back, his eyes widening as he stared at me.

“You take care of it,” I said more pointedly. “I have things to do today, and that’s not one of them. Either find out who hit the shipment or go tell your girlfriend not to expect you home. Ever. You understand me?”

He nodded hard, the sight of it almost funny. “I get it.”

“Good.”

I left it on him. Tomorrow I would look into it if nothing had been resolved, but I couldn’t afford to add anything more to my plate. One more issue, and it was going to topple, break, and shove my fist up someone’s ass. And not in a good way.

“Mr. Vitale, we need to restock,” one of the bar girls called as I stalked past.Lisa? Lilly? Something with a fucking L.“We’re low on a lot of stuff.”

“Don’t you handle that?”

“I was, but the invoice was never approved. We can’t make drinks if there’s nothing to make them with!” she called.

My small headache was starting to turn into a full-blown migraine. “I’ll handle it!”

As I stepped outside, I glanced at Gin. “Tell Ash to approve the invoices for Blu. Have there been any more inconsistencies?”

“Nope. He hasn’t told me about any.” Gin slipped into the passenger seat of my car. “Hey, seriously, what’s this meeting about tonight?”

For a moment, I saw a glimpse of seriousness on his face. It was a rare and beautiful thing. Which was why I knew it wouldn’t last long.

“I told you, don’t worry about it. Just dress nice.”

Gin nodded. “And Ash?”

“Stays home. So does Tex.”

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