"You can all go," I said, waving the Capos away. "Vincent. You stay."The others filed out, leaving just Vincent and me in the empty room.Vincent still wore his usual ass-kissing smile. "Don. Is there anything else you need me to handle?"I didn't answer. I picked up another, thinner file from the table."Vincent, I have a question for you." I opened it slowly. "Marco embezzled eight hundred and forty-seven thousand dollars. Why did half of it end up in your mistress Isabella's bank account?"Vincent's smile froze on his face."Don, I... I don't know what you're talking about..."I threw the bank statements in front of him.Every transfer was there in black and white.Vincent’s face turned the color of paper. "Don, I can explain...""Explain what?" My voice went cold. "Explain how you were taking a cut from Marco every month? Ten, twenty, thirty thousand dollars?""Explain how you buried every complaint against him and let him run wild in my club?""Or explain how you lied to my face
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