Page 109 of Mob Queen

“He’s gone to bed.”

“Hmm,” Rome grumbles.

I slowly turn to look at him. “Where’s the girl?” I snarkily ask.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he snaps. “I didn’t get Elena involved, like you’ve got the politician caught up in family business.”

The door opens and G walks in. He stops and turns his head to Rome, then me. “What the fuck did I just walk into?”

“Apparently the politician is involved in our business now.” Rome throws his hands up in frustration.

I audibly blow out the air trapped in my lungs. “You can shut the fuck up.” I point to Rome.

G slams the door shut, stopping an impending argument from breaking out. “Enough.” G shakes his head. “You’re pointing your anger at each other instead of at whoever caused this clusterfuck.”

“It has to be...” My phone rings with a private number. I answer the call and put it on speaker. “What?”

“You think you can hit me and get away with it?”

My skin breaks out into goosebumps. “I think I can tear you limb from fucking limb and no one is going to care.”

“You take what’s mine, I’ll burn yours to the ground,” Augusta says. Even through the phone I can feel his hatred. “Let the boys do their job, little girl. You’re not cut out for this world.”

My pulse elevates while my ears pound with fury. I find my hands closing into a fist as my body explodes with rage. “An eye for a fucking eye, Augusta. And let me tell you, I’ll tear yours out of your ugly fucking face.” I pick my phone up and throw it against the wall, narrowly missing G. A roar of pure mania rips through my entire soul. “Fuck!”

“I have to give it to Augusta,” G starts. “I thought we cut him off at the knees.”

I look to Rome, then G. Both are waiting for my instructions. “Get the girl, I want all of his operations,” I say to Rome. “Every single one of them.”

Rome is still seated, not making an attempt to get up.

“Frank, let the kid sleep,” G says.

“No, I need to know everything about her father’s business so I can tear it down.”

“She’s already told us everything.”

“She must’ve missed something. Because how the fuck does he still have the means to take out two of my businesses?”

The tension in my office is stifling, but I refuse to back down now. “Give ?” Rome starts.

“Increase the men at the other clubs,” I instruct G.

“Already on it. And, I’ve increased security here too,” G replies. He looks to Rome then me. “You need to get some sleep.”

“I need to rip Augusta’s head off his shoulders and shit down his neck.”

G’s brows rise. “That’s oddly specific. But yes, you do. Nothing more is going to happen tonight. Go to sleep, and when you wake, you’ll have a clearer picture of what to do next.”

“How can you be so reasonable?”

“Because you and I both know, your father never retaliated without thinking about all the consequences. He built this from the ground up, and the way he did it was by thinking strategically. That’s what you have to do. But you can’t do it when you’re not seeing clearly.”

“You wouldn’t dare say any of this to my father,” I say with anger pulsating through me. I’m so fucking angry that my girls were killed.

“Yes I would, and I have. Remember when your father took down the bratva when they tried to muscle in on his territory? You were about fifteen.”

I tear my eyes away from G and stare at my desk. “I do.”

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