13
Savio
“You think setting up a vote to get me out would work?”
“Gennaro, is that you?”
“You son of a b***h!”
“I don’t have time to listen to you cry.”
“Either you come down to your lobby, or I’ll let off some shots.”
I rose from my seat, looked out of the window, and saw a few limos downstairs.
“Got your attention now.” The phone call ended.
I marched to my desk, grabbed my g*n, checked the chamber, and texted Enzo to make sure he was downstairs.
Me: Gennaro is here.
Enzo: He has about five men.
Me: I’m coming now.
Enzo: Should we empty the lobby?
I pushed the elevator button and waited for it to open.
“Mr. Calabresi, is everything all right?” my secretary asked.
“I’m fine.”
“Someone named McKayla is asking if she could come up.”
“f**k!”
“Sir.”
I didn’t know she would
