The Mafia King's Nicotine

Chapter 60

"Is this really necessary?" Rick grumbled as Dannye and another guard patted him down. Erik shrugged, drumming his fingers on the banister as he waited for them on the stairs, "Je suis ton ami depuis dix ans et c'est comme ça que tu me traites?" (I have been your friend for 10 years and this is how you treat me?)

Erik smirked behind his cigarette but didn't respond. Rick knew exactly why he was being treated this way. He should be happy he wasn't thrown in the dungeon the moment he had arrived.

"You returned the girl, correct?" Dannye asked through gritted teeth and grabbed onto Rick's collar.

"Get off of me you filthy ape." Rick spit.

Dannye didn't move, "I'd be careful what the fuck you say to me."

"Why?"

Dannye shoved him and Rick stumbled backward, "I'll never let you back in. This is a waste of time." He turned and looked up at Erik, "We could be at home with our girls eating turkey but no we have to deal with this bullshit."

Erik couldn't argue with him about that. Vivian was furious when she found out he had scheduled a meeting on thanksgiving and even more so when she found out what it was for. "Let's get this over with," Erik grumbled and began to climb the stairs, Dannye close behind.

He couldn't focus on the meeting ahead of him though. Rick was the least of his worries. The Slovak mafia had implanted a scheme of lies, a web, woven with the thread of deceit, into his head. He had refused their deal for information, having worked with those dirty Czechs before he wasn't about to be screwed over again.

Norijčíř liked money and didn't care how he got it. Erik also knew that the Slovak mob had hated his father and tried to take down his empire before. As grateful as he was for the return of his Vivian, he hated Jan and he despised the Czechs.

Reaching the top floor the trio entered Erik's empty office, considering most of his things had been moved to Vivian's. All that was left was his desk, computer, and a few chairs. As well as an assortment of random documents, that were scattered across the desk from the last time he had been in his office.

Dannye pushed Rick down into one of the chairs, with a harsh thud and went to stand beside Erik's chair behind the desk.

Silence.

Nothing.

Dannye glaring at Rick, Rick watching Erik and Erik patiently waiting for something to happen. He didn't want this meeting, so if Rick wanted to talk, he could start the conversation.

"You know there is nothing I can say to plead my case. So am I back in or not?" Rick grumbled and turned his gaze to Dannye,

Erik grabbed the bud from his mouth and placed it in the ashtray. He tilted his head to the right and looked up at his brother-in-law, "What do you think?"

"No." He growled, "This was a fucking waste of time."

"Agreed." Erik huffed, tipping hack in his chair slightly.

"Well, there is one thing." Rick interrupted, "I know what Norijčíř wanted to tell you."

"How?"

"It's the same plan Colette proposed to me," Rick smirked and folded his arms across his chest.

Dannye leaned forward, digging his fingers into the wood of the desk, "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Some people want you dead."

"Colette Markeeli?" Erik mused, "Makes sense." She didn't scare him. No one did, "But why would she propose anything to you?"

Rick shrugged, "I guess she saw me as an opportunity to get to you."