Hesitate...

"I don't know, Georgie, I've got a lot on my plate right now..." It's not a lie. You do have a lot committed right now: two house flips, half a dozen small reno jobs, a couple other things. You're almost at peak operation until at least Wednesday.
Georgie stops dead, turning to look at you. His smile hasn't slipped, but his eyes are very sharp on you now. "Giaco, what are you saying to me? You can't help me out? Your family? Your partner?"
"Of course not, Georgie. I'm always happy to help out my.... family." You hope he didn't notice the hitch. "I'm just really committed right now."
Georgie waves at someone behind you, and for the first time you notice Marco, Georgie's "driver" as he approaches in a silk shirt open three buttons down and black slacks. His black hair is slicked back, as if he's consciously trying to emulate the Al Pacino look from the Godfather.
"Oh, hi Marco. I didn't see you there."
"James." His tone is flat and even. You swallow involuntarily.
"Marco will be at the shop on Monday. He'll handpick a crew for the job. It'll be over and done 48 hours tops. No problems."
"Georgie..."
"Giaco..." Georgie puts a hand on your shoulder, pulling you closer. "How's Jenna? And the kids? Madonna , how could I forget to ask after your family? Everyone's happy? Healthy?"
"Y..yeah Georgie. Jenna's fine. The kids are fine."
"Jenna's a fine woman. Have you ever met Jenna, Marco?" He asks without breaking eye contact with you.
"Can't say I've had the pleasure, Signore Marzano."
Georgie chuckles. "Oh, it's quite the pleasure. She's a rare bella donna. We should all get together... you can meet Jenna and Giaco's kids. Get to know them." Georgie's smile fades as he speaks.
You feel a chill run up your spine.
"M..monday it is then, Georgie." You aren't stupid. Georgie is your flesh and blood, but you know too well what he's capable of. "I'll call my assistant Kayla and let her know."
"Che bello! You don't have to lift a finger, Giacomino. Marco will take care of the details. You want to join me for a round?"
"No thanks, Georgie. I just finished actually."
"Ah! well, I'll be in touch, ragazzo mio."He claps you on the shoulder hard enough to sway you, then saunters away, with Marco trailing impassively.
You break into a cold sweat, and wipe your forehead with a shaky hand. You hope this "renovation work" passes without incident. You don't want any of this shit in your world.
You climb into the Javelin, texting Kayla with the news.

Kayla: WHAT?!
Kayla: Thats BS James
Kayla: first you dont answer my calls now you want me to let some mook come in and mess with the schedules?
Kayla: off the books? what the fuck
James: Kayla stfu if you know whats good for you
James: Georgie owns 30% of FSC and if he wanted he could bounce your ass to the curb tomorrow
James: just let Georgie's guy do what he needs to do so they can get out of our hair
James: im not happy about it either, but i know better than to piss off Georgie

after a minute, she responds
Kayla: fine this is bullsht
Kayla: but whatever

You couldn't give a shit if she's pissed or not. She doesn't know what Georgie's really capable of.
You head home, with the clock reading 1:50 pm. You're hungry, anxious and tired, and by now, it's likely that Jenna and Karen are home. You debate whether or not to tell Jenna about this as you pull into the driveway.