Book 3 Chapter 7: Aside From the Obvious?
Dantes arrived back at his club as business was hitting its peak for the evening. He cut past the crowd waiting to enter, and the bouncer gave him a respectful nod as he walked inside. He made his way to the bar, where Zilly was slinging drinks quickly, but she stopped what she was doing to go to him. The other patrons didn’t complain, they knew who was meant to be served first.
She looked at him questioningly.
“Some of that crab soup if there’s any left, and that bottle of wine Decker sent, the white, have that brought up to me.”
She started to move, but Dantes gently tapped her arm before she could move too far.
“Your father was my muscle this morning. He said he wouldn’t want me to just give him money, and that he’d prefer to earn it. Do you have any idea what for?”
Her eyebrows went up, then she quickly brought them back down to hide the expression. “That’s odd. My father has strange standards though.”
Dantes smiled. Vampa fought in deathmatches in underground pits. He certainly had a kind of honor, but Dantes doubted he wouldn’t accept money freely given unless there was a very specific reason.
“You know, but you don’t want to tell me.”
“Oh, is there some kind of problem about secrets now? I don’t really think you have any room on that front.”