Adrianu stepped out of his helicopter onto the roof of his hotel and casino in Atlantic City and buttoned up his coat and adjusted his sleeves. He nodded to his hotel manager and felt Santino and Enrico flank him as they made their way to the private elevator.
“Has he shown up yet?”
“Not yet, Mr. Cavallaro,” Tony, his manager said as they stepped into the elevator.
“Everything is in place?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll do a walk-thru of the casino before we go for dinner,” he nodded to Santino and Enrico.
“I don’t like this, Addy,” Santino said as they descended from the rooftop. “He’s too ballsy. He shouldn’t have agreed to meet on your turf.”
“He proposed the meeting. I proposed the location.”
“But you agree with me it’s ballsy?” Santino pushed
“f*****g right I do. Watch this motherfucker like
