He smiles thinly. “You don’t have to remind me. Xena wouldhave my balls if I hosted her wedding in this dining room.”
“Too late. I think she already has them.”
Giorgos’s smile falls. Whatever brief moment of levity wecould have enjoyed, I’ve just killed it. Good f*****g riddance.
“We both agreed to this deal, Nikolai.”
“If only I could forget.”
“And I still have other options,” he adds.
I turn to him, eyebrow arched. “Do it and see what happens.”
But Giorgos knows this already. I made it clear to him at ourlast meeting that if he partners with the Battiato mafia, I’ll killhim before he can reap the benefits. I’ll do it with my ownbare hands, too.
And if it brings on war with the Battiatos? So be it. It’s been along time coming, anyhow. I’ve been on a col
