Page 41 of Mob Queen

“What is it about the politician that interests you?” Rome asks as he works on the computer.

“Yeah, that’s been bugging the shit out of me too,” G says as he lifts his coffee and sips on it.

I turn my head to stare at my brother, then slowly give G the same look.

“She’s angry,” Rome snickers.

“Shut the fuck up,” I scold G and Rome. “Don’t you have work to do?” I look to G.

He lifts his coffee and waggles his brows. “I’m having my coffee.” He reclines further into his seat and takes another sip. I sit back and cross my arms in front of my chest. “Fine, I’ll take it out in the kitchen.” With his coffee in his hand, G walks out of the office.

“You need to get laid,” Rome grumbles. “You’re being difficult.”

“Do your fucking job,” I snap.

Rome snickers and arches a brow toward me. I return my attention to the laptop screen, but I start thinking about Dad. I’ve yet to hear from 15, which means whoever killed him is well concealed. This bothers me, because it means I’m up against an enemy who may have a longer reach then I do.

And this is something that’s weighing on me.

“What’s wrong?” Rome’s question snaps me out of my heavy mindset. I look over to him and lifts my brows. “You look worried.”

“That’s because I am.”

“About?” His chair swivels around to look at me.

“It’s been weeks and I’m still no closer to finding out who killed Dad.”

“These things take time.”

“Not in our world, Rome. 15 should’ve reached out by now. God only knows I’ve paid her enough.”

“How good is 15?”

“We’ve used her a few times in the past, and she has always come through.”

“Then give her time.” My jaw clenches as I look to Rome. “Give her time,” he repeats as he reads my mood.

“I want answers, Rome.”

“And we’ll get them.”

I’m becoming easily frustrated and distracted by everything. I need to refocus on what’s happening now. And when 15 comes through with the name of the person who gave the order to kill my father, then I can concentrate on taking them down. Slowly and painfully.

“You’re right.”

“Jeez, I bet that was hard to admit.”

“Like poison,” I say as I glance toward him. My head isn’t in the game today. I’m unsettled in every way. Maybe I need to get laid.

Ugh, no that won’t help.

Unless it is with the politician. Something tells me he’d be a good fuck. There’s something primal about him. I don’t think he’d be gentle. And that’s a damn turn-on because it’s what I crave.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Getting laid.” Rome’s groan to my response forces a smile. “But, that’s not gonna happen.” G walks into the office and I can tell by the look on his face that there’s a problem. “What is it?”

“Moonlight was hit early this morning.”

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