Tony
I have the prickle of trepidation before we get back to the Bellissimo. When we walk in the main lobby of the casino and run smack into Junior Tacone, I understand why.
“Tony.” He strides forward, his face hard and angry.
I immediately step in front of Pepper, shielding her with my body, as if Junior held a g*n pointed at her.
He jabs a finger into my chest. “I need a word with both of you.” I grind my teeth as I extend my arm, indicating the offices behind the reservation desk.
There’s a manager at her desk in one and I jerk my head at her. “Give us a minute.”
She stands up quickly and scurries out. I catch Pepper’s hand and squeeze it, leading her into the office after Junior, but still keeping her behind me.
“What the f**k is going on? I thought you had this s**t under contr
