Page 83 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

I furiously check my inbox the entire way to see if Lila has dared to ask me where I’ve gone, but she stays quiet.

That only angers me more.

Marco is already waiting for me in my office when I get to the penthouse, tucking a gun into the inside pocket of his jacket as I walk in.

“You look pissed, what did Rosa do now?” He’s wearing dark slacks and a matching shirt, his dark hair neatly styled.

“Rosa did nothing, and I don’t want to talk about it.” I head to the safe under my desk. After unlocking it, I pull out a gun and a spare magazine, along with a six-inch knife. I tuck the knife into my jacket along with the spare magazine, and keep the gun in the waistband of my pants.

“You sure?”

“I’m sure,” I grunt, storming over to my liquor cabinet and taking a shot of scotch straight from the bottle.

“So, what’s the plan here?”

“We head over to The Vault and have a good time.”

“And by good time, you don’t mean liquor and pussy.” Marco chuckles, reaching for the bottle in my hand and taking a swig.

“No, little brother, I do not.”

26

ANDRE

I give Jerry a call as we head down into the garage. “Meet us there in fifteen minutes, and bring Dez and Sloan with you.”

“Yes, boss.”

That’s why I like Jerry. He’s loyal as fuck and never questions my motives. He just does as he’s told and doesn’t leave a trail.

“It’s a little early to be heading over there, don’t you think?” Marco and I walk over to the blacked-out Hummer.

“This needs to be done, now.” I grab the key from the lock box and unlock the car.

As I’m about to slide into the driver's seat, Marco puts his hand on the car door and slams it shut.

“What the hell?”

“I wasn’t going to ask, but I’m worried you’re going to do something stupid.”

“Stick to your original plan, Marco, and don’t ask,” I growl, knocking his hand from the door.

Marco ignores me, refusing to move out of my way.

“Has this got anything to do with a chick named Lila?”

“How the fuck do you know about Lila?”

Marco drops his hand from the door and folds his arms across his chest, shaking his head.

“Fuck’s sake, Andre. You’re getting this worked up over some chick? I’ve not seen you like this since Val?—”

I whirl on Marco, grabbing him by the collar and slamming him against the car.

“I suggest if you value your life, you keep her name from your lips, you hear me?” I lift him away from the car and slam him back against it.

He heaves as the breath leaves his lungs, but there’s challenge in my brother’s eyes.

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