Page 116 of Mob Queen

Pretty fucked up if you ask me. As a choice of suitor, I could do worse...I guess.

Wow, that’s too much sentimental crap to start my day. If I kick a puppy that might make me feel better. I flick the covers back and head into the bathroom, before getting ready for my day. I head downstairs to find my brother, G, and Elena all sitting in the dining room while Mya is bringing out breakfast.

Elena’s bump is certainly protruding and I couldn’t imagine anything worse than growing a human. Actually, I lie, maybe pushing that fucker out would be worse.

“Good morning,” Elena chirps.

I scan the room, and G snickers. Good morning? Since when are we so...happy? “Yeah,” I reply and sit in my seat.

Mya brings me my morning coffee then places a plate in front of me so I can help myself from the breakfast smorgasbord she’s created.

“This looks so good, thank you, Mya,” Elena says.

Rome looks to the girl and smiles. Jesus, the way he’s looking at her makes my stomach churn. For a guy who hasn’t screwed her yet, he’s hard-core obsessed.

Miller arrives downstairs dressed in one of the suits I bought. Damn, he looks good. I watch as he takes his place to my right and smile. Shit, am I turning into my brother? “I got word yesterday that your house will be ready in the next four weeks.”

“It will?” Miller lifts his coffee and takes a sip.

“I’ll have it furnished then rented.”

Miller lowers his mug and slowly turns his head toward me. “It’s my house.”

“I didn’t say it wasn’t.”

He clicks his tongue and shakes his head. “We’ll discuss this later.”

“There’s nothing to discuss.”

“I think I’ll have a nap.” Elena pushes her plate to the side, stands and exits the dining room.

“Can you wait until I’m done before you argue?” G asks.

“No one’s arguing,” I say.

“But you didn’t ask, you commanded,” Miller says. “I have to do what you tell me.”

“Do you want me to burn your house down again?”

“I’m out. I have work to do,” Rome says and stands to his feet. He taps G’s shoulder and juts his head to the side.

“Man, I was hoping to watch the boss shoot the politician.” G stands, wipes his mouth with a napkin and aggressively tosses it to the table. He looks to me, smirks like a mofo, then follows Rome to the office.

“Are we going to talk about this?”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” I say as I butter my toast.

“Shouldn’t you ask me what I want to do with my house?”

“Well.” I grimace. “Is it your house? I technically paid to have it built.”

“After you burnt it down,” he says with frustration.

“Which I can do again.”

Miller pinches the bridge of his nose and shakes his head. “You’re a pain in the fucking ass,” he grumbles. He takes a deep breath and lifts his chin to look at me. “Is this your way of asking me to move in?”

“Asking?” I screw my nose. “I’m not asking you to do anything, Miller.”

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