Nico
I glanced out of the estate gatehouse at vanloads of security guys showing up by the dozen. I pressed the phone tighter to my ear. I had to get off this call pronto. “Yeah. I understand. No problem. I’ll handle it.”
I hung up and went out there to deal with the situation. Levi Evangelista had called in all these additional security guys. Now, it was my job to lick them into shape so they didn’t do us more harm than good.
Some big, fat bastard with more chins than brain cells bellied up to the gatehouse. Art, the family-assigned gatehouse guard, raised his eyebrows at me. He made a show of turning his back when the lard-ass threw back his shoulders and scowled at me. “Who’s in charge here?”
“Not you, jackass. Now pull in your gut before you bust yourself. Let me guess. How many mil
