Chapter 10

Franco

"Forward the paperwork to my secretary and I'll get back to you. Good doing business with you, David, and thank you for sponsoring my campaign. Elections will be here before we know it," I grind out through a smile, hating how much I have to suck up to this ass, but his money will help me in the long run during the official race.

"Yes. Good. Good. Russo for 2021 has a nice ring to it. I'll have my secretary get in touch with yours," David mutters before a string of curses leaves his mouth, probably the secretary sucking him off, which is why he hangs up without saying anything else.

He owns companies and has connections to the right people that will open doors for me… It helps that he's addicted to the coke Jin puts on the street. Everyone will be in my pockets, and no one will be able to stop me. He doesn't even know I've been taking the missing shipments of guns and holding them until the time is right.

The elevator dings and I shove my cell into my pocket as I exit, walking into the main part of the huddle of desks where phones are ringing off the hook. Detectives and men in blue scatter around, shouting over each other, but somehow making it work like a well-oiled machine. It's how we function. Coffee, chaos, and more coffee.

"Chief."

I get mumbled responses as I pass by their desks, nodding my head without bothering to stop and say hi. This level of respect is well deserved, and if anyone tries to take it from me, they'll have to pry it out of my cold, dead hands.

Shannon isn't at her desk when I walk closer to my office, setting me in an already bad mood. For fuck's sake, can't she stay at her desk and do her job? I feel a kink in my neck, and maybe it's a good thing she's not typing on her fucking keyboard because I'd probably end up shooting it, or her.

I grasp my office door handle and am just about to turn the knob, but pause when I hear shuffling on the other side. Shannon knows better than to be in my office if the door is shut.

I don't hesitate, I whip open my office door, and the sound of it slamming against the wall bangs loudly around the precinct. To say I'm shocked to find Logan sitting in my desk chair is an understatement. Quickly taking in the scene, I notice Nicky sitting in the chair on the opposite side of my desk, flipping a small blade in the air and catching it over and over, looking bored with his fucking feet kicked up on my desk.

"Son, what are you doing here?" I plaster on a smile, looking behind me to see some of the detectives pretending to be busy on their computers, but they keep glancing up and quickly looking down when I meet their stares.

I step into my office and quietly shut the door behind me before spinning on my heels with displeasure. Striding towards my desk, I loom over Logan, which he ignores as he leans back in my chair with his hands behind his head. I scan the surface of my desk, looking for anything out of place, but nothing is amiss. I still don't trust it. I don't like seeing my son in my chair, looking too comfortable. He doesn't hold the power here. I do.

"I would have called but thought of stopping by instead. Can't a son see his father in his work environment? So proud of you, pops, and all the good you're doing," Logan drawls out, his eyes so much like my Helen's, staring up at me in judgment.

"Cut the shit. What do you want?" I grit out between my teeth. It takes everything in me not to whip off my belt and beat him until he loses that arrogance, but it's been years since I last hit him.

The moment he grew into his body, becoming just as tall and muscular as me, he started standing up for himself. I remember the day he stopped my belt from meeting the skin of his back so clearly. He had turned at the last second and caught the leather in the palm of his hand. I was astonished and somewhat proud, but deep inside, I was fearful. It was then I realized my son wasn't under my thumb anymore, and one day, I won't have any control at all left.

"Nicky," Logan calls out in an authoritative tone as he jumps to his feet, standing chest to chest with me for a second with a smirk before moving to the side so I can sit at my desk. The little shit paces around my office, touching my stuff, and finally stops near the door to face me, his arms crossed over his chest. Never turn your back to the enemy, I taught him that a long time ago.

I need to put him in his place before he thinks he can take my spot. He'll learn, and I think I'll teach him a lesson by playing with his little new obsession. Tillie's pussy tastes sweet and just ripe for the taking… again. Seeing the anger and agony that was on my son's face as I licked her pussy in front of him makes me almost laugh at the memory with delight.

"I'm sure you heard by now about the little accident with Carlos' gang?" Nicky says in a tone that is void of any emotion. I can never get a read on him.

That unnerves me.

"Of course, and I'm disappointed I had to hear about it from Jin before my own flesh and blood." I glare at Logan as he leans against the doorway, just blinking at me without saying anything.

"They'll be at the auction. I want to make sure you bring your own extra security. Never know when things might get a little messy." Nicky stands, buttoning his suit jacket as he turns, giving his back to me as if he doesn't see me as a threat when he's not looking.

"Unnecessary. I don't find Carlos' so-called gang to be a problem. I'm quite interested in meeting the new President of the Demon Jokers though." I smile when I see the tension go through Logan and Nicky's bodies.

I had a chat with Jin last night and found out that this Cruz is obsessed with Tillie, which gives me an advantage. Everyone has a weakness, and it makes them fools for caring for the girl. Whether it's love or obsession to possess, I don't give a fuck. It gives me an insight into how to hold my authority over them.

"I'm sure you two will have a lot in common," Logan growls out, insulting me by saying I'd have anything in common with a biker.

He'll pay for that later.

"While you're here, go to case number twenty-three in evidence. Switch out the drugs with shit that's not Jin's product." I dismiss them with that order, turning towards my computer.

They leave without another word, not even shutting the damn door behind them. I move the mouse on my desk, about to type in my password once the computer wakes up from sleep mode, but the home screen is already on display. My head whips towards the door, seeing Logan staring at me from across the precinct as the elevator doors shut.

What the fuck was he doing on my computer?!

I click through history but nothing shows up. That's concerning. I know Nicky can bypass anything and get rid of any evidence of ever being here.

Fuck!

A click of heels pulls my attention back towards my door and my teeth clash together when I see Diana walking right into my office like she owns the place. I skim my eyes up and down her form, growing angry at the skintight, red dress she's wearing. She walked into my place of employment dressed like a whore?

"What are you wearing?" I try to keep calm since the door is wide open and everyone in the hub can see in here.

No doubt some are eavesdropping too.

"You don't like it? I dressed just for you. I figured we could go out for lunch." She tries to smile seductively, but it does nothing for me.

Her smile falters when she notices I don't get up to greet her. Instead, I just stare at her with anger burning in my gaze.

"I don't have time for this. Go home, Diana. I'll see you later tonight." My mouth pinches at the corners when she doesn't immediately leave like I expected.

"Franco… we haven't made love since that night," Diana whispers, wringing her hands and avoiding eye contact with me.

She's talking about the night Payne broke in. The night I ate her daughter's cunt out.

"Fuck's sake. I'll fuck you later tonight. Happy? Now leave." I gesture towards the door and hiss out each word so she will just fucking leave.

"No. I'm not happy. Don't you want me, Franco?" Diana whispers in a shaky breath, still not looking at me and staring out of the windows instead.

Pathetic and weak. What does she want from me? I put a roof over her head, food on her table, and throw money at her for whatever she wants to spend it on. I offer protection and she offers me a cunt to fuck. We're a happy couple for our public image.

"You could try to do some Kegels so your cunt is just as tight as your daughter's. Maybe work on that when you get home," I say harshly, watching her flinch at my words, but she finally fucking understands as she nods weakly and walks out of my office.

Blowing out a breath, I turn my attention back towards my computer and debate what to do about Logan. He's getting out of my control and I don't like it. Maybe tomorrow I'll have a little fun with Tillie in front of him again, but first, I need to do something that's currently driving me up the walls. Firing my absent secretary.

I storm towards the door and shout loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Anyone fucking seen Shannon?!"