“How much are we talking about?”
“At least five million,” Captain Newark stated; I glanced at Savio, and he nodded in agreement.
“Take him.” I shook hands with Captain Newark, and Remo held out his phone as I typed in a few numbers from an offshore account and sent Captain Newark a bonus for a new beach house.
“We’ll keep him on hold for you,” Captain Newark remarked.
“I don’t want to see him in Chicago. If I do, our agreement is null and void,” I demanded.
“He’ll be in safe hands,” Captain Newark said, and his driver started the car before the captain hopped in, smiling.
“You played that well. I could tell you wanted to shoot him right then and there.” Giosuè removed a cigarette, offering us one.
“My hand was itching to kill him.”
“You stood your ground and didn’t move the needle,
