The weekend arrived, and I had to go to a stupid business event without Cora because she had to work last minute. Governor Roy was still trying to dodge us, but we decided to take him up on the charity fundraising event his wife was putting on. The exposure of a charity event would be good for the family name. Savio, Vincenzo, and Renato joined me to make sure Roy knew we meant business about him cutting ties with the Vargas Cartel.
Roy’s wife, Constantine, had decided to hold the event at the governor’s mansion. A piano played in the back room, and the tables were decorated with the finest china and gold-plated nameplates. Security surrounded the entire grounds, protecting close to sixty people tonight.
I placed my empty glass on the bar and motioned to the bartender for another shot.
