Page 110 of Mob Queen

“What did he want to do?”

“He was angry when they hit one of the cocaine imports. He found one of their drivers and wanted to kill him.”

“What did I convince him to do?”

I lift my chin and nod once. “Turn the driver. He fed us information until we no longer needed him.” A humorless chuckle escapes me. “The driver was my first kill.” I smile at the memory. “We took down the bratva piece by piece.”

“Because your father was patient.”

I look to Rome and click my tongue. “Let the girl sleep, but at first light, she needs to be up.” Rome silently agrees. I need to calm my hatred, because if I don’t, I know more of my people will die. They may have been prostitutes, but they were mine to look after and protect. And they didn’t deserve this. “Get me the names of the girls who were killed.”

“Why?” Rome asks.

“Because their families are gonna be paid.”

A slight smile tugs at G’s mouth. “That’s exactly what your father would’ve done.” He advances toward me and claps a hand on my shoulder. “Martino would be proud of you.”

I don’t reply, instead I head out of the office and up to my room. My mind is racing, but G’s right, I need to think clearly if I’m going to annihilate Augusta.

* * *

My eyes snap open and my immediate thought is the Scalas.

I fling the bedding off of me, and grab my phone to see the time. I’ve had an entire two hours sleep, but my mind is overactive, planning a temporary alliance with the Scalas.

I run down the stairs to my office, and find G slumped over my desk and asleep. “Wake up.” I kick his foot. He leaps to his feet and grabs his gun.

“Fuck, Frank. You scared the shit out of me.”

“The Scalas.” I pace back and forth with excitement and agitation.

“What about them?”

“I need a sit down with Carlo.”

“You want to go after the Scala family?” G hesitates before adding, “Are you sure?”

“I’m not going after them.”

“That’s good to hear.”

“Yet.”

G lifts his chin to stare at me. “Yet?” he repeats. “What have you got in mind?”

“They want Augusta out. I want him dead. They want his territory.”

“Getting in bed with the Scalas is dangerous.”

“I know,” I say. “But, once we get rid of Augusta, then I’ll get rid of them. I’ll be wiping out two enemies, and claiming both their territories.” G walks over to my liquor and pours himself a scotch. He throws it back, then chuckles. “Bit early to be drinking, even for us.” I pointedly look to the empty glass.

“You want to go to war with the Scalas, I think a drink is exactly what I need.” He places the empty glass next to the scotch bottle. “If this works, Frank, you’ll be one of the most powerful families.”

“If this works?” I question. “There’s no if about it. Augusta is on his knees. There’s no way he’ll be able to continue hitting me, not without it hurting him. If he had the resources, he would’ve done it last night.” I smack my hands together. “One after the other, but he hit me twice. So, now, I finally tear him down.”

“You can do it on your own.”

“Yeah, I can, but I want Scala territory too.”

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