Bend Me Daddy
"Lisa, make sure Veda is showered and dressed and ready to go shopping in three hours, please."
"Yes, sir, Mr. Morelli," her pleasant voice responded right away. "Should I bring in your breakfast?"
"Yes. Thank you. For Enzo, too."
"Of course."
Logging onto my computer, I checked the business accounts for the strip clubs we owned downtown, making sure the expected deposits had been made. I'd check in with the managers later today and make sure everything was running smooth. We laundered our drug money through them, so it was important they didn't reflect that. Lisa came and went, dropping off our food and coffee. I was halfway through my egg white omelet before I realized Enzo wasn't talking.