Page 7 of Marrying the Mafia Boss

“You’re ridiculous,” Katerina says.

My smile falls away as I say, “We’ll be fine, Kat. As long as we have each other.”

“I know,” she says in a soft undertone.

My eyes slowly fall shut. My last thought before I fall asleep is how much I miss my mother. And how much I wish she were here.

Morning comes way too soon. I head into my bedroom and get dressed for the day. Knee high black socks, black ankle boots, a short skirt, paired with a white top and a jacket. By the time I’m done dressing up, I feel powerful, energetic, ready to take on the day.

I head outside the house and my car has already been pulled up. I smile as I take in the man standing beside the driver’s seat.

“Hey, Albert. I missed you.”

He nods once, his face expressionless. He’s a large man standing at 6’5, bald with an unchanging stoic expression and brown eyes. He has been driving me around since I was a teenager.

“Welcome back, miss Mincetti.”

He enters the car and I open the backseat door sliding in.

“Where are we going today?” Albert asks, his eyes catching mine through the rearview mirror.

“One of Papa’s warehouses. Let’s hope I don’t have to kill anyone today,” I say, grinning.

“I wouldn’t hold my breath on that,” Albert replies before starting the car.

CHAPTER3

Tony

“So let me get this straight,” Michael starts. “You need my help breaking into your father’s laptop. But you can’t tell me why?”

I nod. He scowls.

“And why the hell would I do that?”

“Mikey,” I say on a sigh. “This is literally the first time I’m asking you for a favor. Ever.”

His scowl deepens. “Bullshit. You asked me favors all the damn time. Hell, you asked me to pick up doughnuts for you last week.”

I stare at him slightly appalled. “You consider that a favor? I’m your brother. Buying me doughnuts and picking up shit for me is a foregone conclusion, not something you hold over my head.”

His expression doesn’t let up. “You’re an idiot, T. And I’m not helping you out unless I’ve got all the facts.”

And with that he wheels his chair right back to the front of the massive computer in the room. This room is part game room, part surveillance room. There’s so much tech here it gives me a slight headache just staring at all the screens. But this is Mikey’s happiest place. And he’s usually very happy when he’s left alone. Unfortunately I can’t do that right now.

“What if I picked up doughnuts for you in return?” I question.

He turns around to glare and I groan.

“I can’t tell you, Mikey. I just can’t. Not until I know what’s going on. I wouldn’t even be coming to you,” I burst out. “But I know all our laptops and devices have been encoded specially by you to prevent anyone from breaking in. So I figured it would be lightwork for you to decode it yourself. But if you’re not going to help me, then I guess I’m going somewhere else.”

An eyebrow flicks up. “Now that you’ve told me, you think I’m not going to be looking out for someone that’s specifically breaking into Salvador’s laptop? And that I won’t stop them? Maybe I’ll break into it and go through the files without you? How’s that for loss of control?”

“This isn’t about losing control,” I say through gritted teeth.

“Oh no?”

“No. This is about my fucking mom. And if my suspicions are true then my dad did something irrevocably wrong and I don’t know how the rest of you are going to handle it.”

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