Page 34 of Villainous Kingpin

“What?” he barked.

“Is that how you greet all your associates?” I drawled, annoyed I’d even have to talk to him again.

“Only the annoying ones,” he grumped. “And you’re far from being my associate.”

“We all need goals,” I deadpanned, though truthfully, I didn’t give a shit about ever being Liam’s associate.

“Why are you annoying me, DiLustro?”

I nodded at Dante. He might as well explain it. All I cared about was that Wynter’s name stayed out of that conversation.

“The woman from The Eastside was in my casino,” Dante started.

“She ruined his first floor and cost Dante days’ worth of business dealings,” I added so he’d understand there’d be a bill to pay.

“She what?” Liam barked with a growl. “Are you fucking with me?”

My lips curved into a smile. I’d rarely seen the man riled up but whoever that woman was, she managed to get to the Irish fucker. I liked her already.

“You’re not my type,” I told him dryly.

“Nor mine. Though your girl on the other hand-” Dante left the sentence unfinished, and I could already picture the fucker on the line fuming with anger.

“Your arses approach Davina and I’ll slice off both of your dicks,” he growled, confirming my suspicions. I didn’t give a shit about his woman. Or any other for that matter.

“I’d like to see you try,” I said, bored with the conversation.

“I have a few years on you two. You two were still shitting in your diapers while I dealt with the Colombians, Russians, and you, fucking Italians.”

Yeah, so he was an old prick! If I was in his shoes, I wouldn’t have reminded anyone of my age.

“Gosh, I’m feeling loved,” I drawled. “How about you, Dante?”

“So damn loved,” Dante sneered. “Did you send your woman to my casino?”

“Tell me exactly what happened,” he demanded, avoiding the question. It confirmed my suspicion that he had no clue what his woman was doing.

“Well, she pulled the emergency handle, ruined the night’s earnings, and then to top it off, she dumped lavender oil all over my marble floors. The fucking building smells like a spa,” Dante deadpanned, annoyed. “Not exactly the atmosphere I was going for.”

“Was she alone?” Brennan demanded to know.

“The casino was crowded but she stood alone,” Dante answered, his tone even. “Not to worry, old man, she didn’t have another daddy there with her.”

“I want to see proof,” he demanded. We expected it.

“Thought you might ask,” Dante drawled. “The footage is coming your way now.”

We heard Liam’s phone dinging over the speakerphone.

“I need other angles too,” he added. “If she’s at the casino, she has to have played slots or at least a game. Why would she show up there just to pull the fire alarm and dump lavender oil on your precious marble floors?”

“Hold on a second,” I jumped in, then muted the line.

“My woman is already on my father’s radar thanks to Emilia. I don’t want Liam asking questions about her as well,” I told Dante. “First time I saw her, she jumped out of his window. So it is likely he’d recognize her.”

Fuck! I slipped and he knew it by the knowing smug smile he gave me. “Your woman, huh?” When I didn’t answer, he continued, “Does she know?”

“She will.” Very soon.