Page 122 of Mob Queen

“So, what is happening between you and the politician?” Rome asks as he settles into his seat and opens his laptop.

“Are you interested too?”

“No, I wanna know if I have to get my tux ready.”

I narrow my eyes at my brother. “No,” I say with a mixture of certainty and disgust.

“Come on, we can all see it. Mrs. Frankie Miller,” my brother continues to taunt.

“If we ever got married, and let me tell you that’s a bloody big if, he would be Jeremy DeLuca.”

“Ew.” Rome screws his nose up. “No thanks.” He waves his hand and shakes his head simultaneously.

“It’s not your choice, it’s mine and Miller’s.”

“You’re actually thinking about getting married?” G’s voice elevates with surprise.

“God, no!” I balk at the thought. “Miller knows that marriage is off the table for me.” I look to Rome, hoping to deflect these ridiculous questions. “What about you and the girl? You’re close to her.”

“As in Elena?” G asks. I nod causing G’s eyes to widen and a soft ‘oh’ to tumble from his lips.

“She’s so frightened about everything. She’s keeping me at arm’s length because she thinks her father is going to do something.”

“Her father is an asshole,” G says.

“Soon to be a dead asshole,” I add. “Where’s Elena now?”

“She had to go back to the lady doctor for her...” He makes a circular motion around his stomach.

“For the baby?” I ask. Rome confirms with a grunt. “That’s right, the appointment is today. I’m surprised though, I thought you’d be with her.”

“I’ve got work to do, and I don’t want to come across as pushy.”

“Pushy? You’re a DeLuca, you don’t know the meaning of the word.” I flip G off and he releases a wholehearted laugh. “Like your sister.” G jerks his head toward me. I arch a brow as I stare at G, silencing his teasing cackle with a hard look. “Sorry,” he mutters as he lowers his head. Though the wide smirk tells a totally different story.

“Good for you, Rome. Show her who the boss is,” I say with my own grin because I know, my brother has fallen for the girl, hard.

“Are you antagonizing me, sis?”

“Who me?” I ask as I feign hurt while lifting my hand to place to my chest.

“How are things with the politician going?” Rome provokes.

Fucker.

G stands, takes his phone out of his pocket and heads out of the office. “Yeah?” I hear him as he walks into the hallway.

“Frank,” Rome starts. He looks toward the door then back to me. “Can I ask you something?”

Obviously he doesn’t want to talk in front of G. “What?”

“What do you think about...” He gestures to his chest and flicks his hand away. “About...”

“Spit it out, Rome.”

“Elena is an Augusta, and they’re one of our rivals. I mean, how will this look to our men?”

“I don’t give a fuck how it looks,” I answer honestly. “If you want her, claim her, if you don’t, then she’s out.”

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