Chapter 102

(Dimitri's POV)

I meet Rio Galo outside of The Brass Pole to hand the keys over. His payment hit my bank account this morning, he'll be the new owner of both of my clubs in Turin.

Galo pulls up in his Bentley. He's a short, stocky man, completely bald, with hands as puffy as cartoon gloves. He looks pleased and suspicious about our deal.

"Now that it's settled," he says, tucking the keys in his pocket, "Why don't you tell me the real reason you wanted to sell? What is it? Have men lost their taste for titties?"

He gives a wheezy laugh.

"No," I say, stiffly. "I'm just moving in a different direction."

"By God," he shakes his head in amazement. "They said you'd gone crazy over some girl, but I--"

He breaks off, seeing my expression. He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"Aren't you going to finish that sentence?" I ask him, coldly.

"No," he mutters, staring down at my shoes. "My apologies, King."

"You can thank 'that girl' for putting me in such a good mood," I tell hi