My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 114

Tyler

"Well, we've done as you asked. What more do you want?" Mario, the surly butthead, asked, his voice dripping with skepticism. He should have shown that skepticism when I first tasked them with wrecking his nephew's home and possibly scaring off his girlfriend. However, neither of these two filthy, greedy, and super annoying individuals bothered to ask a single question about it.

The reason? It was simple—I had stuffed their mouths full of money. And I knew this skepticism too wouldn’t last long, especially not after I revealed another jackpot to these broke human beings who usually didn’t even bother to consider what they would be eating the next day before blowing their last few coins on gambling.

Typical poor people trying to keep up with rich hobbies!

I chuckled as I poured myself a drink, grabbing the bucket and dropping a few ice cubes into it. "Well... am I taking up too much of your and your brother’s precious time, Mario? Didn’t my assistant give you the money?"

"Yes, she did," Luigi said, curiously examining the surroundings of my office—perhaps he was looking for things to steal. The last time we had a meet-up, that scoundrel nearly stole my watch. When he failed, he ended up taking a pocket vase that cost more than his income.

Jacob’s family background was... interesting. And so far, I was enjoying knowing more about where he actually came from and how low he was compared to me.

I deserved Evelyn more than him because I was, without a doubt, better than him.

"We did what you said, and we got the money. What more do you want from us?" Mario asked.

What more did I want from them? To be honest, I would have loved to take their lives for how despicable they were, but then again, that would have made Jacob's life easier, so I wasn’t willing to help him.

But for now, I did have another task waiting for them.

"What do I want from you?" I hummed, taking a sip of the drink as I leaned back in my chair, propping my legs up and crossing one over the other on the desk. "Good question, Mario. Well, I have one more task for the two of you, and you'd get double the amount of money. Trust me, I am not the kind of man to call you and waste your precious time for no reason. I know how busy drunkards like you are with gambling and fucking roadside prostitutes."

"Hey, we use higher-paid hoes only, alright?" Luigi interjected. "We don’t engage with roadside workers, alright?"

Man, he asked too many questions when in reality, he was the kind of straight guy who'd sell himself for a few dollars.

"When a man gets aggressive, it draws attention, doesn't it?" I raised an eyebrow. "That's what we need. Attention."

Wow! Coming to think of it—Chloe was wicked on a whole other level.

"Fine, even though it'll soil my seats, you two can sit down so we can discuss this further," I ground out through clenched teeth, managing to keep my composure.

Jacob’s family was a nuisance. One that I’d have to deal with until I’d totally dragged him down and got his girlfriend by my side.