“I got you the smokey-rubbed filet mignon,” Wanda replied as the server placed a plate of veggie pasta in front of her. Nick had the Chilean sea bass, while Bobby opted for the hoisin amp; cider pork tenderloin.

“What's that you havin’?” Black asked Wanda.

“Veggie pasta.”

“You shoulda got me that, but this is cool.”

While they enjoyed their meal, Wanda went over the state of their business. First she went over the legitimate business, telling her partners how strong profits were and gave a very optimistic outlook for the future. However, when she went into the state of their gambling operations, the report was not as good.

“So what you’re sayin’ is money is down across the board?” Bobby asked.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” Wanda said and took a sip of her drink.

“What are you really sayin’, Wanda?” Black asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Stop it, Wanda,” Bobby said. “You know exactly what he’s askin’ you. If you been in his ear, like you been in mine, all I can say is I feel sorry for you, Nick.”

Wanda looked around the table, and slowly the corners of her lips curled into a smile. “What?” her smile turned to laughter.

“Go ahead and say it, Wanda. You think we need to get out,” Black said without looking at her while he cut his filet. “I mean, that is why you got us all together to tell us the same shit you’ve been tellin’ all of us individually for months. Or did you just want to go out to dinner?”

“He’s right.” Nick turned to Wanda. “You have been beatin’ us all over the head with that club.”

“Traitor. I’ll deal with you later,” Wanda whispered to Nick. “Yes, I think we should consider it seriously. Or at least we all could discuss it.”