Dison clenched a fist, but remained cool, turning his gaze on Kristof. “We’re just starting to negotiate. We’ll see what your uncle says.”
“My uncle sent me in his place. I make the decisions. I speak on his behalf.”
“Is this true?” Jacoby asked, fury in his puffy eyes.
Dison’s blood started to simmer as tension thickened the air. “No, he doesn’t speak on his uncle’s behalf. Expect my call tonight,” he said, praying Kristof would drop it, and headed for the door.
Kristof gaped at him, and followed, a hand slapped to Dison’s chest. “What the fuck? Asking my uncle is a waste of time. Five percent is a laugh!”
Dison pushed off his palm. “And twenty percent is unreasonable, double what your uncle asked for,” he said through gritted teeth.
Kristof leaned in with his psychotic eyes piercing into Dison’s profile. “Oh? My balls too big for you? What do you know about taking risk and making real money? Huh? Nothing. And you’re nothing but a fucking numbers geek. An errand man at best. I’m not walking away.” Before Dison could stop him, Kristof turned, yelling, “Twenty percent! We cutting you a favor! Our trucks are fastest. Employees? Loyal! Police? Paid for! Twenty percent is a gift for what we provide! Do you think we are morons?”
Jacoby pushed up from his desk slowly. “If you don’t get the hell out of my house, you will regret it.” He set his hard gaze on Dison and pointed. “I took this meeting out of respect for you, Dison. Then you turn around and bring this turd to my house so he can mock me and spit on my floor?”
Fuck. The last thing he needed was to get on Jacoby’s bad side because of a punk like Kristof. “Mr. Miocic insisted on it—”
“Dison doesn’t fucking speak for my uncle,” Kristof drawled, lifting his hand, tattooed to his knuckles. “Listen, you piece of shit, Ivan doesn’t need your respect or your money. We are the Miocics! Of royal blood!” He thumped his chest once with a fist. “When your balls is big enough to play with the real men, you give us a call, huh?”
The Jacobys were royals too, so his declaration was shit. Gods. Dison was maddeningly close to punching him in the face until he had no face. “Kristof, your uncle needs Jacoby’s business, and we all know it. We’re not leaving here with nothing but our cocks in our hands.”
Because Kristof had half a brain and knew he was right, he said nothing, glaring at Dison from lowered lids.
Mr. Jacoby’s mouth twitched, his ego partially soothed it seemed. “I’m changing the offer to three percent.”
Dison suppressed a loud sigh. Now Jacoby was just playing games. “No lower than five. The liability doesn’t calculate for three. The extra weight of the cargo, the security, the documentation, the payoffs…”
“Fine,” Jacoby sniffed. “We’re back to five.”
Could this bloody meeting please end? Next time, he wouldn’t bring Kristof, no matter what Miocic said. “Good.” Dison tucked his hand in his pocket to hide the fist it was forming. “Kristof, let’s go.”
Kristof shook his head. “No. The minimum is twenty.”
Ignoring him, Jacoby flipped a fat hand, dismissing them. “We’re done here.”
“Oh, we’re done?” Kristof marched across the office, but Jacoby—proud and fearless—remained composed, almost daring the nephew of his biggest rival to try something.
He muttered something to Kristof that Dison couldn’t hear.
Kristof spit in the man’s face, grabbed a letter opener, and stabbed Jacoby’s hand to the desk.
It happened so fast Dison blinked to make sure he’d seen it correctly.
Jacoby roared in pain, his eyes flashing, his teething sharpening.
Kristof laughed as he stumbled back, heading for the door, pushing past Dison.
“Stop him!” Jacoby shouted.
Did Kristof have a death wish or was he literally crazy?
Dison didn’t know whether to stay and beg for Jacoby’s forgiveness, or flee with the coward. The stab to Jacoby’s hand wasn’t a serious physical wound, but it definitely had to hurt like hell. Jacoby pulled the opener out of his hand with yell, and Dison watched the wound seal, but the look in the man’s eyes was lethal.
Dison glanced back and put his hands up. “By the gods, Jacoby, I’m sorry. I had no idea Miocic’s nephew was so unhinged.”
Jacoby grabbed a handkerchief from a drawer and wiped the blood from his palm. “I’ve known you a long time, Dison, and you’ve always been straight with me. I know what you’re trying to do between me and Miocic, but the fact remains if he was serious about doing business, he would’ve come here himself.”
His gaze moved over Dison’s shoulder to the guards at the door. “Bring him in here.”
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