Page 45 of Mafia Princess

“Come on babycakes, back inside so you can clean up my mess.” He kisses the side of my face and drags me inside.

I grab all my things and head for the ladies to clean up. As I sit on the toilet, my phone vibrates and I lean down and take it out of my hoodie pocket.

Rico: All systems go. Little sitting duck is ready when you are.

Me: Roger.

I finish peeing and throw my clothes back on. My heart thuds deep in my chest, the excitement of what is about to transpire making me edgy. I scan the area where the last few fighters are still standing and find Luca.

“I’ve got to go. Duty calls.” I grab the back of his neck and kiss him on the cheek. I let go of him and step away, ready to get my ass to New Jersey.

“Not so fast.” Luca catches my hand before I manage to escape. “The fuck are you up to?” He eyes me with suspicion.

“Number four,” I reveal. No point in hiding it from him.

“I’m coming.” He turns and leads me outside.

“No, you can’t, this is my shit to deal with,” I argue with him. He’s angling at something I don’t have time for at the moment.

“You don’t get a fucking say. I’m not letting you walk into the viper’s den without backup.” He runs his hand through his hair in frustration and glares at me.

“Fuck, you can’t help me with this. You’re not supposed to know about it.”

“Just like the fucking notes.,” he interrupts me. “When are we dealing with that little puzzle?”

“That’s an entirely different issue.” I roll my eyes at him, getting frustrated because I’m losing precious time.

“One you wouldn’t have told me about if I hadn’t seen it with my own two eyes,” he fumes.

“You’re making this difficult,” I snap, exasperated.

“How the fuck do you expect to get to this mystery destination when you don’t have a car here.” He holds his two arms out and smirks at me, as though he’s just won the fucking lottery.

“I didn’t think that far ahead.” I shrug, my agitation getting to me. “Can I borrow yours?” I bat my eyelashes at him.

“Yep, but I’m coming too. Now move.” He smacks my ass as he strides past me into the parking lot.

SIXTEEN

Maya

One call to Summer to check on Midnight and Storm, and two smokes later, I’m strutting into The Pink Showgirls strip club dressed in my finest jeans and hoodie. The best time to drink a pink cocktail is when deliverance is hot on the menu. I take my carefully poured cocktail and set myself up in the back corner where I have a view of who’s coming in and out.

The décor in this place reminds me of Barbie’s dreamhouse. All pink and white leather lounges dotted around with matching table décor. The girls wear pink sequinned g-strings with matching shoes. I spot the young girl from the surveillance video and smile at her as she waltzes past my table.

It’s the early hours of the morning and the patrons are slowly thinning out. I’m hoping luck is on my side and the place closes early. It’s a strange feeling knowing I’m on the cusp of executing part one in my final revenge sequence.

I spot my target near the far bar, dressed in his fine suit, looking like he’s ready for his coffin. He leans over the bar and grabs the girl by her hair and yanks her closer to him. She looks terrified but nods in agreeance to what he has asked. My blood boils at the sight of him intimidating her but I stay seated and bide my time.

I’m finishing up the last of my cocktail when my phone screen lights up.

“Ricco.”

“Eyes on the prize?” he asks, cutting straight to the chase.

“Eyes on the prize,” I repeat, and hang up, blowing out a breath as my target moves away from the bar.

I track his movements through his beloved club, for what seems like fucking forever. My patience wearing thin as I count the last few customers finally leaving. The girl behind the bar packs up, dims the lights, and grabs the mop and bucket, heading to the stage area.

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