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I stick my finger in my mouth and pretend to vomit. “Did I just eat a pound of sugar or are you a fucking marshmallow?”

“Go fuck yourself, Frank,” Rome replies with a slight smile.

As I open up the figures from the clubs, my mind can’t let go of the fact she’s having a baby of another man. “What about the kid?”

“What about it?”

“It’s obviously not yours.”

“I don’t care,” he immediately replies.

“If something happens to me, Rome, you and G take over. A bastard child doesn’t show strength.”

“I don’t care how it looks. And, nothing is going to happen to you, Frank. You’re the toughest bitch I know.” I chuckle. “You’re like a damn cockroach, you just won’t die.”

“I’m fine with you calling me a bitch, but a cockroach?” My brows rise as I stare at Rome, waiting for a fucking apology. “I didn’t realize you wanted me dead, brother.”

He throws his head back and laughs. “Not on my watch. Besides, I wouldn’t be any good at what you do.”

“Damn straight you wouldn’t.”

Rome smirks, and I flick him the evil eye before smiling myself and returning my attention to the figures from the clubs.

Chapter 27

Frankie

“Are you certain?” I ask as we travel toward one of my warehouses.

“Yeah,” G replies and sighs.

“How?”

Dario effortlessly moves through the city streets under the cover of a dark sky. “I double-checked everything, I wasn’t going to bring you this if it wasn’t right.”

“He’s an earner, G. Solid high-seven figures a year for the family.”

“Which is why I checked everything.”

“Fuck,” I say and close my eyes. “I’m going to miss out on a lot of money because of what he did.”

“It’s that or the alternative.” I open my eyes and turn my head toward G. “It has to happen.”

With a tight jaw I look out the window. There’s a heaviness in the pit of my stomach while my arms are tense with anger. There’s a part of me trying to justify his actions. Maybe, I’m reluctant because the money is so good.

“Frank,” G says snapping me out of my heavy thoughts. I notice we’ve arrived at the warehouse, and I take a few seconds to gather myself before sliding out of the car. “You good?”

I whip my head to look at G and he gives me an understanding nod.

G holds the door to the warehouse open for me to enter. The boys working the floor do a double take and slow in their work.

One of them approaches us. “Don DeLuca,” he says with a nervous twinge in his voice.

I give him the customary nod before heading up to the office.

G opens the door and we find Primo sitting at his desk, and a brunette bobbing up and down on his lap. Primo sees me and throws the brunette off of him. “Go home, darlin’,” he says. The brunette’s eyes widen and she sucks in a deep breath when she sees me. “Go home,” Primo instructs.

The girl is a hooker, that’s obvious.

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