Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Later, we were at one of the pools with other partners and a couple members had shown up for regular visits. Angel and I were in the pool, hanging out on a raft, when people who had just arrived started fucking poolside. I tried to ignore it but that was impossible, so we were getting ready to head back to our room when Joseph Lucas and Delgado strolled out, narrowly missing getting jizzed on. This fuckin’ place.
“Can we meet for a conversation?” Delgado asked, “Gan Chen’s office.”
“Yeah. I’ll just go get dressed.
Angel was in our room, I was in Gan Chen’s office with Chen, Joseph Lucas, and Delgado.
“We now have a confirmed membership spot opened up. Your brother? We want him to come talk about taking it,” Delgado said.
“When?”
“As soon as he can get here,” Joseph Lucas said.
“I’ll talk to him, arrange a meeting,” I replied. “What’s changed?”
Gan Chen piped up. “One of our senior partners has recently died.”
“You’re kidding. Which one? Happen here?”
They were all here other than the Hollywood guy and Sylvia Frost.
“It’s hitting the news around now,” Delgado said. “Sylvia is dead. Shame.” He wasn’t even trying to hide his dark glee.
I didn’t show them a reaction. They’d had her killed. I was as sure of it as I was of anything.
Gan Chen didn’t react to Delgado’s demeanor. Joseph snickered and rolled his eyes.
I gave them a quizzical look.
Delgado spoke. “Long story, Dario, lotta history, but Sylvia Frost’s departure was inevitable. This way, just makes it easier on us. Her shares would’ve gone to her heirs but as Jason Frost is no longer our problem, thanks to you, and no one else in that family is aware of our existence, the membership is either absorbed to equal dividends paid out to all current members or we vote someone in. This way works out well. For all of us.”
Partners were starting to leave. I’d seen several leave the building with luggage already that day, so I said, “I’ve got something to take care of so my wife and I are headin’ out. I’ll reach out to Tommy and see if he can get here and talk. Maybe let the front desk know I’ll hang onto our room a few more days? Find out about booking one for Tommy?”
“I’ll take care of that for you,” Gan Chen said and dialed on his phone, “Traveling alone?”
“Most likely.”
He nodded and put his phone to his ear.
I got up and did my blazer up. “All right, gentlemen. I’ll see you later this evening or first thing tomorrow and get you an update then.”
“How are you traveling?” Joseph asked.
“I was gonna get a cab to town and arrange to rent a car,” I replied.
“You want to borrow one? We have a dozen here for members. Want a driver or your own car?”
Fuck. Shit. I didn’t need a Kruna employee with me for this.
“Sure,” I said. “My own is good.”
Fuck.
They offered us buy-in for him of just $20million. They told me that it was a fraction of what they usually wanted, but they wanted a Ferrano in that other spot.
They’d heard about Tommy’s knack for getting things done and wanted him in. He and I as part of their inner circle? They were sure it’d mean big things for their personal interests as well as for Kruna. These men wanted to associate with likeminded people and they liked Tommy and my list of connections.
“With both of Tom Ferrano’s sons? We’ll be laughing,” Delgado had said, pouring glasses of top shelf bourbon, passing out $50 cigars.
I hated this fucking guy. I hated them all. I had a quick drink and told them I was heading out. They asked no further questions. Somehow, they thought I was just like them and seemed absolutely unsuspicious of me. I had to keep it that way until they were destroyed.
She had her purse with our passports in them, plus an overnight bag that had all her wired bras and bathing suits in them, just in case anyone nosed around in our room.
I dumped the car a few blocks away from the rendezvous point, in case there was a GPS. We hadn’t talked personal, at all, on the ride in case the car was bugged. Like a perfect angel, she didn’t ask me questions, just let me lead the way.
When we parked at a restaurant a few blocks from where we were to meet Zack, we took a walk along the beach, where I filled her in, and then slipped back into traffic on foot, texting Zack with our location.
It wasn’t long before Hal pulled in and we got into his car. He drove us to a strip plaza where we climbed the stairs beside a tea shop to find ourselves in a small second floor office filled with mostly white middle-aged suited guys. A couple of them were taping up boxes. This was their task force’s headquarters. What the fuck?