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But taking Cole away from his old lady after their wedding less than a week ago didn’t seem right. If Silas had been on twenty-four-seven get laid duty like that, anyone who dared to interrupt him would get their teeth punched into the back of their throat. So tonight he was going it alone. It wasn’t the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last.
    Silas pulled out his phone at the red light, making sure no new info from his MC had streamed in while he was in-route. Nada. Whether that made him less antsy or more paranoid was up in the air. Still, no news was good news.
    He gave himself a mental pat on the back for being on time even after that little van attack, and with a sharp right that had the back wheel struggling to grip pavement, he turned into the parking garage of the condo complex. He picked a spot near the elevator on the fourth floor of the structure and did a quick double-check of his pockets. Money, phone, keys, and a tiny slip of paper with the coded location of several wooden boxes of AK-47s. He cracked his knuckles, walked across the small catwalk separating the parking garage from the condo, and took the elevator down to the main floor before striding into the swank as fuck lobby. Maybe if he sold enough guns, one day he could be swinging around his money bags at a place this posh.
    “Excuse me. Can I help you, sir?” The little man at the front desk smirked. He was standing next to the bell that guests always rung in movies, and quickly gave Silas a one-two punch with his stare. It was the kind of snobby expression that told Silas he stuck out like a sore thumb in a place like this, the type of condescending look that said exactly what he was thinking without using crude words. Silas hated the man instantly.
    “I’m here to see Mr. Giovanni,” Silas barked back, for no reason other than to confirm the bellman’s suspicion that yes, he was a low-brow dangerous motherfucker.
    “I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware Mr. Giovanni was expecting visitors tonight.” The man smoothed a hand down his suit before clicking a few buttons on the laptop in front of him. “Indeed, I don’t see anyone else on the approved visitors list for the day, sir.”
    The preppy asshole stared at Silas as though he considered the matter over and done with.
    Fat fucking chance.
    “Get him on the phone. Tell him there’s a Mr. Corrigan here to see him. He’s expecting me, and it’s important.”
    The man’s watery brown eyes narrowed, his rat nose twitching as if he smelled something funny. “As you wish, sir.”
    “Good. Thank you…Godfrey,” Silas poured it on thick as he read the clerk’s name slowly from his nametag.
    The self-important man got the picture and grimaced in return. He picked up the phone and turned his back as if pretending to examine something on the wall behind him. Silas jumped on the opportunity. This guy might have been an asshole, but he was also a gatekeeper. That meant Silas needed him. Should anything shady happen in future, this scrawny-necked jackass would be useful to give him a headsup. Luckily, Silas always came to meetings prepared. He dug in the inner pocket of his cut for one of the hefty wads of folded bills he brought along. When Godfrey turned around to look at him again, Silas cocked one eyebrow and slid the stack across the marble countertop.
    “Something for your time?”
    Godfrey went goo-goo eyed and pale, nodding a bunch of times from the sight of all that money. There was no way to hear what was being said on the other end of the phone, but he wrapped up that call in a hot second to give Silas his full attention now. He probably didn’t make that kind of cash in six months. His hand slipped over the bills, and he jerked them off of the counter, depositing them into his vest pocket.
    “Thank you…it’s my pleasure to help…anytime at all. Would you like me to see you up to the suite, sir?”
    “Nope, I’ll be fine.”
    “As you wish, sir. If you need anything, I’ll