Page 42 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

“Well?” I don’t have the patience to tiptoe around whatever it is that Marco has heard. I’ve had a long day, and I’m counting down the minutes until I can take a sleeping pill with a double whiskey and fall into a dreamless oblivion. It is the only way to escape Lila in my dreams.

“I spoke to Kyle.”

I frown.

“Our private investigator? Why?” Fuck, does he know about Lila? Did Kyle say something about her?

I’m already reaching for my phone as Marco crosses the room to take a seat opposite me.

“Because he’s our go to guy when we need info?” Marco shakes his head. “Are you drunk or something?”

“No, I’m not fucking drunk. I’m just tired of all this bullshit.”

“Well, it might cheer you up to know what I know.”

“Marco, I swear?—”

“It’s about Lorenzo.”

I immediately shut my mouth, my pulse slowing.

“What about him?”

“I asked Kyle to follow that guy, Sergio, that Tommy told us about. Seems he’s easy to break.” A mischievous twinkle shines in Marco’s eye, and I shake my head.

“Did he find out anything useful?”

“According to Sergio, Lorenzo is planning on attacking us in three weeks.”

“By us, he means what exactly? The company? The shipments? Me specifically?”

Marco shrugs. “Does it matter?” Marco crosses an ankle over a knee. “Because we’re going to get to him first.”

“And how do you propose we do that?”

“Make Sergio an offer he can’t refuse and take Lorenzo down from the inside.”

13

LILA

What the hell am I doing? Why do I keep doing this to myself?

It’s been six weeks since I blocked Andre’s number, and every day since, the dance is the same. At random times of the day, I find myself looking at his contact, finger hovering over unblock.

The fact that that night still haunts my dreams and that he is still the dominant thought throughout the day makes me a pathetic person, right?

Who the hell falls in love with a guy she was with for less than twelve hours?

Woah! Falls in love? There is no love here. At all. This is an obsession. A crush.

Dear lord, I’m ready to be committed. There is no way this is normal.

How can this man affect me so much after such a short time we spent together?

Granted, it was the best sex of my life, and while I was in his bed, he made me feel things I had never felt before. Not just sexually, although, man, those orgasms were out of this world. But he also made me feel cherished and cared for.

Except now, he broke me. I’m no longer a rational, functional adult.

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