Gian (Trassato Crime Family #1)(43)

“How’s it going?”

I waved my hand at the door. “Shut the f*cking door.”

He glanced over his shoulder. “I’m waiting for Carlo. He’s meeting us here.”

“Carlo? What the f*ck do we need with him?”

“He has information you might want to hear.”

Carlo was a lazy, entitled prick. I couldn’t imagine he had much to add to the conversation. On the off chance he did, he should have brought it to my attention, not Nico’s. I was his capo. He had no right to go around me.

“Does he need to hold your hand while he talks to me now? Is that why he brought you into this?”

Nico braced his elbows on the desk, his gold and onyx cufflinks glinting in the overhead lights. “He brought me in as a witness.”

“A witness.” I stabbed my hand in my hair. “I can’t wait. This is going to be good.”

His lips thinned. “You’ll want to hear what he has to say.”

Heaving a sigh, I leaned back in my chair. “Yeah, I bet.”

“Your lack of respect is getting old.”

“You know I’m right. Carlo is a lazy piece of shit. That’s exactly why Dominick promoted me and not him.”

Nico shot me a warning look. “Doesn’t matter. You need to inspire the loyalty of the people under you or you’re not doing your job, and you can kiss your new role goodbye. You’ll be broken.”

My eyes narrowed. “Are you threatening me?”

He shrugged. “Just calling it how I see it.”

“Hey, man.” Carlo sauntered into my office three minutes later, his hands shoved deep into his pants pockets and a shiny bluish silver tie around neck that clashed with his ruddy nose.

I tipped up my chin, staring at him, my face blank, emotionless, but I felt a helluva a lot of something.

Rage. Anger. Frustration. Hate.

All of it roared through me with the force of a hurricane. I clutched the arms of my chair so I didn’t wrap my hands around his scrawny neck and strangle the life out of his worthless ass.

Nico waved at the chair next to him. “Have a seat, Carlo.”

Carlo sidled up to the chair with a shit-eating grin on his face. I had to do something about him because he’d made it clear there was only room for one of us in the Trassato family. He wanted my job, and he’d do anything do get it, including making an unholy alliance with Nico, the only other person in this family that wouldn’t mind if I got clipped.

“Let’s get on with this. I have another meeting.” I stood, trying to establish the upper hand and take control of the meeting. If Carlo had something to say, he’d do it on my terms, not his or Nico’s. “Carlo, Nico told me you have some information for me.”

Carlo’s beady eyes shifted to the side, clearly seeking Nico’s approval to speak. Nico dipped his head, giving him permission. What an ass licker.

“I heard the Russians aren’t happy with you.”

I swiped my fingertips along the top of my desk as I strolled alongside it. “Really? And how’d you come by this little gem of information?”

He shifted in his seat. “I was playing cards with one of the guys from Matteo’s crew. He told me.”

Matteo was another capo who let the Russians push drugs in his territory for a taste of the profit.

“Is that all you’ve got? We all know Russians are always complaining about something. This isn’t new.”

“Maybe you should cut a deal with them and put all this shit behind you,” Nico suggested. “You don’t need any more distractions. We might be able to get the boss on board if we get some money out of it.”

“No.” I slammed my open palm on the desk. “My dad refused to work with them, and I won’t either. They’re like bloodsucking leeches. They never stop pushing, and they’re completely untrustworthy. Their promises aren’t worth the air that comes out of their mouths.”

The Russians were amoral bastards. Unlike us, they didn’t have any problems taking out anyone. No one was sacred. Not cops, not prosecutors, and journalists could kiss their collective asses goodbye if the Russians didn’t like them. In fact, I wouldn’t put it past one of those f*ckers to shoot someone simply to see if his gun was well lubricated.

Nico sat in front of me like a king on a throne. Judging. Weighing. Watching.

“They’re going to keep pushing because you’re young and untested. They see you as the weak link. Maybe you could give them something and they’ll back off.” When I started to shake my head, he held up his hand, indicating he wasn’t finished. “It's good business, Gian. We don’t want a war with the Russians. We already spent the last year fighting the DiTonnos because of the bullshit that went down with Rocco.”

My stomach lurched. I hated thinking about Rocco. It gutted me to see how my sister had become a shell of her former self after he died. Sure, she still gave me shit and acted like she was fine, but she was my twin. I could sense she was still torn apart by his death.

“You think they were behind the car chase, not only the brick.” I knew they had something to do with the brick. The word Vor was a term used by the Russian mafia that meant “Thief-in-Law.”

“It makes sense,” Carlo said, a reptilian grin cutting across his face like he actually had more than two brain cells in his head.