Page 100 of Craving Danger

“I’m hungry,” Renzo complains as we walk toward the back of Angelo’s club, Fallen Angels, for a quick meeting.

“Grab something to eat while we're here,” I mention while I ignore the half-naked women entertaining the customers.

Big Ricky, Angelo’s personal guard, gives us a chin lift and steps aside so we can get to the office.

Renzo stops to shake Big Ricky’s hand, then asks, “Can you get one of the servers to bring me a plate of hot spicy wings?”

“Sure,” Big Ricky replies. “Anything else?”

“Curly fries smothered in bacon and cheese,” Renzo adds.

Big Ricky glances at me, and it has me saying, “Nothing for me.”

We continue down the hallway, and walking into Angelo’s office, it’s to see Damiano and Dario already at the table with him.

“When did you get back?” I ask Damiano.

He looks tired as he replies, “Yesterday.”

“Everything okay in Sicily?”

He lets out a sigh. “Yeah.”

Renzo and I take our seats at the table, then Dario says, “I’ve filled them in on everything.”

“So you’ve managed to get the attention of Vargo?” Damiano asks as his eyes rest on me.

“Unfortunately. Apparently, the man is after Castro and Diaz. He figures if I’m out of the way he can take over supplying counterfeit notes to South America.”

Angelo shakes his head. “Surely the fuckers know if he comes after you, he’ll have to deal with all of us?”

“Maybe he’s not aware of how close we are,” Renzo mutters.

“We’ve been underestimated before,” Damiano grumbles. His eyes lock with mine. “We have to show a united front. We’ll send men to guard your companies so the Slovakian fucker sees he has to go through all of us to get to you.”

Nodding, I let out a sigh. “Thanks. I appreciate the help.” I shake my head. “I just wish Vargo would stop moving around so I can kill him.”

“His brother, Miro, is still in Miami,” Dario mentions. “Damiano is back, so I suggest we kidnap him.”

Damiano’s eyebrow lifts. “I can’t leave New York right now, but we can assemble a team to kidnap Miro.”

“That’s a good idea. I’d hate to leave Vittoria,” Angelo adds his two cents.

“I’m in,” Renzo agrees.

“Then it’s settled,” Damiano says. “Get the team together to bring Miro to our territory. Once Ivan surfaces, we take out the fucker and call it a day.”

“Does anyone else have something to discuss?” Angelo asks.

“I just became the proud owner of a ballet company,” Dario says with a grin on his face. “La Rosa Opera Ballet.”

“Ah…congrats,” Renzo chuckles. “But why?”

Dario gives him an incredulous look. “You clearly haven’t seen ballerinas. God’s masterpieces.”

“Ballerinas or a specific ballerina?” Angelo asks.

Darios’s grin widens. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

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