Chapter 53
JACE MARINO
I just wanted to go home. But Marco had called earlier, saying we were meeting at the club. He and Mateo were already there. The night club wasn't exactly a safe haven, but it was one of the few legal faces of the family business. At least on paper. To everyone else, it was just music, drinks and rich men pretending they're not sinners.
When I got there the bass was loud enough to make the floor shake. I found my brothers in the back office going through papers and receipts. Marco was sitting with his legs up on the desk smoking. Mateo was focused on the ledger tapping a pen against his teeth like he wanted to stab it into someone.
"Finally," Marco said when I walked in. "You look like shit."
"Good to see you too," I said, closing the door. I sat down beside Mateo glancing over the papers. "What's this?"
"Expenses," he said, "and some idiot who thinks he can get free nights at our club."
