Page 21 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

I wasn’t lying to Lila when I told her I have my fingers in many pies, but the majority of our money comes from drugs, so when a shipment gets ‘lost’, or rather, stolen, I don’t take it lightly.

“You cost me two million dollars, Tommy.”

“I-I never said nothing, Andre. I swear.”

I take another step toward him.

The sound of Marco clicking the safety off his gun fills the frigid air around us, but I shake my head at him. “Now, how do you think you can pay me back?”

“I-I have money?—”

“So, you did it?”

Tommy flinches, realizing his mistake.

“You’re not leaving this rooftop alive, Tommy, so you might as well tell me everything you know. Try to redeem yourself at least before you bleed out on the concrete.”

Tommy’s eyes widen, or should I say eye, as he starts shaking his head.

“He threatened my family.” His voice quivers. “My kids.”

“And?”

“And I had no choice.”

“You could’ve come to me. To Marco. We would’ve dealt with it. You think you’re the first person to work for us whose families have been threatened by the Rossis?”

Tommy stays silent, and I take another step until he’s looking up at my towering frame, reduced to a quivering, spineless piece of shit.

“We’re going to have some fun, you and I.” I reach out to trace my blade along Tommy’s jaw.

He flinches at the touch of the cold metal, and I smile.

“You see, Tommy? This is just another thing that Lorenzo Rossi has taken from me. So, I’m going to make you a deal. If you want to ensure your family’s protection, because I assure you Lorenzo Rossi will likely slaughter your family anyway, then I suggest you start giving me something in exchange. Something…useful.”

I tilt my head to the side as I trail my knife down the side of his neck, pressing it against the skin, but not hard enough to draw blood. Yet.

“I don’t know anything.”

“Wrong answer.” I flick my wrist and slash my knife along his cheek.

Tommy hisses as blood starts to trickle down his ashen skin.

He will die tonight, but not until after I get what I want. And what I want is to make Lorenzo Rossi pay.

“He has a s-shipment coming.”

I slice my blade along his forearm. “When?”

“T-Two… W-weeks.”

I nod to Marco who turns his back to me, pulling out his phone to start making calls.

“Who’s running it?”

Tommy strains against his chains, blubbering like a fucking baby, and my patience finally snaps.

I could be losing myself in Lila right now. She was a much-needed light on the darkest night of the year, and I wanted more of her. All of her for as long as I could have her.

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