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Dominick
Shutting his phone down he put it down on the table in front of him and went back to listening to the absolute waste of time board meeting. Everyone around the table knew whatever they decided would not be acted on unless Winifred gave it her support. She ruled every single one of the directors from behind the scenes. And sometimes not so behind the scenes at all.
But not for long if he had anything to do about it.
He was sitting on her right hand and as always was quietly enraged about the bitch sitting in the chair that was meant to be his father’s before becoming his or even his sister Pixie’s. Not that Pixie would ever want to run the Maingarde Corporation, because she didn’t give a damn about the business. And he didn’t blame her at all.
Finally the boring meeting was over and he could get out of there. He had somewhere else to be and by the sound of the message it was urgent. She wouldn’t have reached out if it wasn’t.
“Dominick, before you go, I’d like to have a word.” Winifred’s very cultured English upperclass voice halted him as he was about to get up and leave.
With an internal sigh that didn’t show on his face he picked up his phone and slid it into his inside pocket. As was his habit he activated it to record the conversation. He had been doing it for years, ever since he realised he would be the one taking the heat should the cops take the Cape Town operation of the Syndicate down. Winifred made very sure her tame ape, Donald Murchison, was the one issuing the orders, but it all came from her. She made sure she was never anywhere near the unsavoury shit his family’s company was drowning in. Her opening sentence had him paying close attention.
“With Flash and Jane Warne missing, and most probably dead, we need a way to obtain the information they promised us. We have been looking at several options to acquire said information without drawing undue attention. But we’ve come up against a blank wall. We were ready to shelve our plans when Donald came up with a plan. He had recently acquired a team who are extremely skilled in infiltration and extracting information. We urgently need the information and I can’t stress highly enough the importance of acquiring the Iron Dogz trucking company. It will solve the transport problems we are currently experiencing.” As always she never said anything really incriminating. Everyone knew companies spied on each other and she made it seem as if this was what they were discussing, the takeover of a company.
Dominick stayed silent for several minutes because he knew it pissed Murchison off that he didn’t bow down to him.
“And what might Donald’s plan be?”
Murchison didn’t give Winifred a chance to answer.
“My daughter and her team of ex-cons will get it for us. I’ve made sure she has the incentive to do as we require.” He said with an evil smile.
“How much are you paying her?” Dominick asked in a bored voice. He wasn’t though, he was seething inside.
Murchison and Winifred both smiled and they weren’t nice smiles, not at all. “Not a single cent. She will do it for her family. If she refuses her niece will have an extended and very unfortunate hospital stay.”
He tilted his head to the side as he stared across the table at Murchison. The bastard would murder his own granddaughter to get Winifred what she wants. Sick bastard. And now he knew why Face had reached out to him.
“So, blackmail.” He let it sink in with both before he slowly stood. “I disagree with your methods. You are using a child’s health to force your daughter to take on a suicide mission. You know there’s no way she will ever make it into the inner sanctum of the Iron Dogz MC in a few days. That kind of infiltration takes months if not years.”
Murchison scowled at him and Dominick smiled as he casually righted his jacket and buttoned it.
“We have another operative working on gaining the trust of the president of the Sinners Sons MC. They are allied to the Iron Dogz MC and we might obtain access to what we need through him. It will be a long process though and we don’t have the time to wait it out. Our operative has become close with the daughter of War Knight and she will get us what we need on both clubs as soon as he has her under his total control.”
Dominick couldn’t believe his arrogance and stupidity.
“I’m not getting involved in this nonsense. It’s on your heads when people start dying. The Iron Dogz and the Sinners Sons aren’t clubs you play with. By now I would have thought you were well aware of how dangerous they are, Winifred. And sending someone after War Knight’s daughter? That’s absolute madness.”
Winifred just stared up at him with her cold blue eyes and Dominick shrugged as if he didn’t care one way or the other.
“It will be interesting to see if you succeed, Donald.” He threw over his shoulder as he left and softly pulled the door closed behind him.
Making his way to his own office he pretended to be relaxed and without a care in the world.
Lies. He had an hour before he had to meet with Face. Just enough time to put some things in motion, especially now that he knew why she had reached out to him.
The call he made was short and to the point.
“Have a listen, we’ll talk later.”
Ending the call he sent the voice recording to his contact. As a safety precaution he sent it to another phone as well, a phone he had hidden somewhere he hardly ever went, his sister Pixie’s house. He felt guilty for a nanosecond but shook it off; he was doing this for both of them. After sending the file he deleted all evidence of it from his phone.
As if it was a normal Thursday night he left his office after alerting his security that he was on his way down. Gideon, his bodyguard and best friend, silently followed him into the lift and they stood in silence as they descended. They both knew they were being watched and listened to.
Just before they reached the ground floor Gideon spoke. “You going out tonight, Boss?”
Dominick pulled a face. “No, I was invited to dinner by some husband hunting socialite but she’s so damned boring I turned her down. I’m staying in tonight. I want to try out that new whisky I found and maybe read a few chapters of my book before I go to bed.”
Gideon, like the good bodyguard he was, just nodded and stayed silent.
They silently exited the lift and Gideon was joined by three more men as they surrounded him on the walk to his waiting car. As usual he waited while the car was checked before he got in.
One couldn’t be too careful around Winifred Harrison and the bottom feeders she employed.
No bloody way would he ever refer to her by the surname she had stolen. His surname.
His family’s good name, a name she had besmirched with her and her family’s filth. After she had seduced and married his grandfather his health had gone downhill fast, too damned fast. On his grandfather’s death his dad had inherited the family business and ran it with the help of his mum. They had been loving and involved parents to him and his little sister.
He shuddered as he remembered the night his parents were killed. Then quickly shoved it to the back of his mind, he didn’t have time to get lost in his memories right now.
Face was going to need him to be at the top of his game.
