Fabio is annoying; there’s no getting around that. Unfortunately, he’s also in possession of a s**t ton of warehouses in Brooklyn, Queens, and the Bronx and—this is key—eager to climb the already overflowing ladder that is real estate in New York City. Fabio is the perfect blend of rich and desperate. I knew he’d dip into crime without a second thought if it meant he’d make a name for himself.
I grit my teeth and lay out the plan. “To keep our names from popping up too many places together, the money I owe you will all come directly from Cerberus and go to your trust.”
He pulls the toothpick out of his olive and runs it through his front two teeth. “You think that’s less suspicious?”
“Less suspicious than paying you hundreds of thousands of dollars per month from his personal account?”
