Jesse stared at her uncle and wondered whether Bellona truly needed to send over an asset to take the man out because she was going to do it herself. She could tell by her cousin’s clenched fists he wasn’t that far off either and Dylan was sitting in chair in the corner of the room with his eyes closed, staring at the floor as if he were willing himself to be transported back to Brooklyn.
“This isn’t a negotiation, Zio.” Jesse held her own against the man as she sat across the desk from him. He hadn’t wasted any time taking his father’s chair. Addy had already argued himself hoarse with the man. It was Jesse’s turn.
“You are correct, Jessamine. It is not. You are being ordered to take care of the New York offices of our family. Dylan will work under you. His work as a police officer,” he
