He didn’t want to have this meeting.
Ryan was currently under the mafia’s protection, and that pissed Smokey off. The lying piece of shit had been in the mafia and the Twisted Bastards MC’s pocket. Big Dick had discovered the fucker’s location. He hadn’t gone for extraction because Smokey had told him not to. He wasn’t going to risk anyone else’s life for Ryan.
Heads were going to roll when he was through.
Sebastian sighed, and his gaze wandered to Ugly Beast.
Smokey slammed his hand on the table. “This is my meeting. Not his. I don’t have time for this bullshit.”
“We have product. It needs moving, and so far, it has only ended in bloodshed.”
“So, I told you last time. My time with the mafia is done. You guys are fucking hypocrites. The way you kept a perv in power, and you guys think I’m an animal. I don’t get my nuts off screwing underage girls.”
Sebastian tensed up. “There are rules to follow.”
“Yeah, well, I follow the main rules which say those who want to fuck little girls need to die.”
Smokey glared at Sebastian.
“If you won’t consider a connection with the mafia again, why did you come?” Sebastian asked.
“Curiosity. I don’t see why The Boss sent you and didn’t come himself.” Smokey smirked at Sebastian, tilting his head to the side. “Unless you are the big man himself.”
“I don’t want that role. You know who I think is suited to it.” Again, Sebastian looked toward Ugly Beast.
Smokey glanced back at his sergeant at arms. Ugly’s past wasn’t pretty. Born Umberto Garofalo. The bastard child to an underage girl at the hands of the previous mafia boss, Nico Garofalo.
Ugly had been left for dead until Sebastian Drago made something of him. Not many people knew the full history. Smokey was one of the few who did.
With Nico’s death, the true heir to the mafia throne was Umberto. Ugly Beast didn’t want it. Smokey had talked to him, even tried to reason with the man, but he wouldn’t be talked into anything.
The only place in the world he wanted was by his side.
“Now, you being the underboss, which is kind of like the boss in waiting, why didn’t you take the job?” Smokey asked.
“Because he didn’t want it.” The hard voice came from the corner, and Sebastian shook his head.
Smokey smiled as the true boss made his appearance.
“And who are you?” Smokey asked.
“I’m sure you’re aware of who I am.”
“Carlos Santigo. The brand-new boss of the mafia. You’ve got one of the worst reputations in your entire outfit, if my memory serves me well. You’re not married. No bastards that people know of. Rumor has it that you kill them. I doubt it. Any kid is better than no kid when it comes to your kind.”
“My kind?” Carlos asked.
Sebastian tensed up. “Don’t, Smokey. Do not disrespect him.”
Smokey stood, sending the chair back with a clatter. “He should count himself lucky that the only thing I’m doing is disrespecting him after the insult I’ve had to deal with. You’re all supposed to be men of your word. Your word means absolute shit.” He pointed his finger in Sebastian’s face. “You’re housing a man responsible for hurting one of my men. I want him back.”
“I’m under the impression you wish to have power,” Carlos said, coming forward.
Smokey eyed the man who was now the new boss. He knew a monster when he saw one. After all, he didn’t become the president of the Hell’s Bastards MC because he knew how to play with dolls. “You’ve got nothing I want.”
“But you see, I do, Smokey,” Carlos said. “I want to come to some arrangement.”
“Not going to happen,” Smokey said.
“You acquire more land. More turf. The last deal we had with you gained you a great deal.”
“And nearly killed my men. I haven’t forgotten what went down and what happened with the Twisted fuckers you decided to join forces with.” Smokey was so close to grabbing his gun and killing them all. If it wasn’t for the mega fallout, he’d have done it already. Ugly Beast stayed perfectly still in his place, watching, observing.
They all had a part to play.
Running a hand down his face, he stared at Carlos, waiting.
“The deal that went wrong had nothing to do with me, or the main outfit. We’re sorry if this has led you to believe otherwise.”
“I’m not interested in apologies.”
“Then maybe you’ll be interested in knowing the Twisted Bastards MC have approached me. Creed to be exact.”
This made Smokey pause.
Creed was the asshole leading the Twisted Bastards MC.
“He’s interested in brokering a deal. He’ll be quite happy to distribute our product. He wants guns and the men to take down the Hell’s Bastards MC.”
He shook his head. “If that’s true, you wouldn’t be telling me about it.”
“Ah, but you see, Sebastian here tells me that Creed is not to be trusted. He’ll back out of deals or find ways to renegotiate. I don’t like men who don’t keep their word.”