Azriel was accessible by phone or computer but it wasn’t the same. I wanted to sit down and have a drink with my brother. What I probably wanted most was for him to clap me on the back and tell me Carpe Diem with the girl. She was mine. Seize her.
He’d done it and he hadn’t regretted it.
I had options to consider. Keep her, try to forget about the existence of the club. Let the profits continue to go into an untraceable account offshore and send someone, probably Stan, as a rep to the meetings when I had to.
Do what we often did with the construction business; sub it out. Back away. Let it happen for now and just concentrate on the plan to sell Clarke Enterprises and figure it all out later.
Or, f**k it all. Take the money we had squirreled away and grab my sisters, Ed, Lisa, the kid
