Page 45 of Mob Queen

“Did you once tell me he wouldn’t take a bribe?”

“So?”

“And you think the guy who wouldn’t take a bribe would be capable of doing this?” I bite on the inside of my cheek again as I look around the restaurant while we wait for G. “You know I’m right.”

I exhale deeply and nod. “Yeah, I do.”

G enters the restaurant and jerks his head to the side. “Car’s here.”

Rome walks ahead of me, and holds his arm out to stop me. He looks up and down the street. “You’re good,” he says before stepping aside to allow me through.

There are two cars waiting. Dario is already in the passenger side of the second car, while G slides into the driver’s side. Rome and I climb into the first car. The drive home is quiet, and once we arrive, the doctor is already there and is set up in the basement. “Don DeLuca,” he greets me with a sharp nod. “What happened?” Dario is supporting his arm as he slowly walks toward the doctor.

“It looks like the bullet went through his shoulder,” Rome tells the doctor.

The doc cuts off Dario’s shirt and examines the wound from behind his square, black-framed glasses. “Yes, yes,” he mumbles to himself. He steps back and looks at the wound. “It did go through. However, I do suggest having a scan done on the area.”

“Stitch me up, Doc,” Dario says.

“If it’s chipped a bone ?”

“I’ll be fine,” Dario cuts the Doc off. “Not my first bullet wound, and it won’t be my last either.”

The Doc clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. He turns to me, and slightly lifts his shoulders. “He needs a scan done to make sure he doesn’t require surgery.”

I look to Dario and nod, then back to the Doc. I could force Dario to go to the hospital, but I’ve seen my fair share of bullet wounds over the years, and this one doesn’t look too dangerous. Dario waits for my answer. He’ll do exactly what I say. “Stitch him up.”

Dario lifts his chin then looks to the Doc. “I’m good to go, Doc.”

“Okay then.” The doctor starts cleaning the wound.

“I’ll be in my office if you need me,” I say to G, silently giving him the order to stay and supervise the Doc.

G confirms my order with a nod. I head up to my office so I can figure out what the fuck is going on.

Chapter 15

Frankie

I slept like shit last night. Tossing and turning while my brain wouldn’t shut the fuck up.

My bedroom door opens and G waltzes in holding a cup. He leans against the door jamb and sips on the beverage. “15 has set up a meeting.” I push the covers off my body and sit up in bed. G groans and turns so he’s not facing me. “Warn me next time, will ya, Frank? I’m an old man, and seeing your tits out could give me a fucking heart attack.”

“You came into my room. What did you expect?” I stand and head into my bathroom. “What time is the meeting with 15?” I call loud enough for G to hear.

“In an hour.”

“Where?” Once dressed I head out to still find G with his back to me. “I’m dressed.”

G hesitantly turns to look at me. “That’s not a sight I ever want to see again, Frank.”

I smirk as I look at his cup, see it still half-full, take it from his hands and throw back the rest of the coffee. “Well, don’t come into my room again.”

“Don’t come into my room again,” he mimics with a grin.

“Smart ass.” I hand him the cup and head downstairs to the kitchen where Mya is preparing breakfast.

“Good morning, Miss DeLuca,” she chirpily says when she sees me. She makes quick work of handing me a coffee. “I’ll prepare your breakfast, ma’am.”

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