Chase's POVThe meeting was supposed to be simple. A quiet conversation between us, but Giorgio never knew when to stop.He had been part of my father’s crew back in Sicily, a man who liked to think seniority meant immunity. Out of loyalty, I had given him a position here in the States but lately, he had been getting sloppy. Too many missing shipments and too many questions about where the money went. Since it began, I had been patient but now, that patience had thinned out so I called him in. “Chase,” he called. “I swear, it’s not what you think. Those numbers will balance out next week, you have my word.”“Your word,” I repeated flatly, leaning back in my chair. “Your word doesn’t mean much after what happened in Miami.”“That wasn’t me,” he protested. “Those were your men who messed it up, not mine. I told you…”“I have the reports.” I cut in and he froze.Leaning back into my chair, I asked softly, “Do you know what happens to men who steal from me?” “I didn’t steal…”“...twen
Last Updated : 2026-01-13
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