“Brio has a valid point,” Leone says as he takes a long sip of his whiskey, making an awful sound as if he’s slurping soup. I cringe, disgusted with the man’s lack of decorum. “Offering coke at the casinos would bring in dozens of new, well-paying customers each month. Why not integrate these two very profitable businesses under the same umbrella?”
“Because members of the Family are listed as part of the ownership group, Batista. If the DEA got wind of this, we’d all go down.”
“We could offer the product only to select clients, those who have proven to be reliable. Do it under the table, so to speak.” Leone shifts toward my father, and I’m forced to lean closer so I don’t miss the rest of his comment. “Just a few transactions here and there.”
“And what if someone talks? Word spreads qui
