Page 103 of Mob Queen

“It’s her birthday?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Then I’ll say it tomorrow.”

“I’m taking her out for her birthday.”

I shake my head and he smacks me in the arm again. “You’re so fucking pussy whipped,” I hiss.

Elena returns holding a piece of paper with the OB-GYN’s name and number. I make a mental note to check the doc out before I send Elena to see her. I don’t want some crack-pot of a doctor with her hands inside Elena if they’re shit at their job. She hands me the paper, and I read the name. It’s not sending red flags, but who knows these days. “I’ll take care of it.”

“Thank you,” Elena says in her soft voice as she continues eating.

Mya enters the dining room with a plate of food for me, and a coffee. She places it down, then retreats back to the kitchen. I eat quickly, ravenous from my extra-curricular activities of early this morning.

Once I’m done, I stand and lift my coffee. “Let’s go,” I say to Rome.

He looks to Elena who’s now on her second plate of food, and offers her a smile before silently following me out of the dining room.

“Can you be a little nicer to Elena?” he asks when we’re in the office.

“I am nice.”

The door flings open and G saunters in. “I can’t believe you didn’t wait for me to have breakfast,” he says with sarcasm. “And here I thought we were one big happy family.”

“What is it with everyone this morning?” I flick a look to my brother. “He wants me to be nicer to the girl.” I then look to G, and add, “You want us to sit around the dining table, holding hands and singing gospel songs.”

G heartedly laughs. “You need to get laid more often, Frank. You’re a grumpy asshole when you haven’t had any. The politician a dud in bed, is he?”

“We are not talking about my sister’s sex life.” I look at my brother who gestures his hand over my body. “I don’t want to know what you two do.”

“Two?” I ask. “There are more than two people in orgies.”

Rome instantly covers his ears like a child. G and I lose it at him. “Nope, I don’t want to know.”

“Seriously, boss. You’re into orgies?” G asks.

I shrug my shoulders. “Why should I keep my awesomeness to just one guy?”

“I have a newfound respect for you.”

Rome lowers his hands to look at us. “Is it safe, or am I going to have to hear about what freaky shit you and the politician get up to?”

I pull my chair out and sit, ignoring Rome’s question. “Rome, I want you to stay here today when G and I go to meet Pace.”

“I need to head down to Darkness.”

“Why?” I ask as I pull up the records for that nightclub. I scan it briefly, but nothing looks out of place.

“I’m emptying the safe. Also, one of the staff members is skimming the girls out of their tips.”

“Who?” G asks.

“Elias,” Rome replies.

“How do you know?”

“Three of the girls reached out to me. I’ve spoken with all three of them separately, and they’ve all said Elias is asking for a bigger house cut.”

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