Page 67 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

I felt bile travel up to my throat, leaving a bitter taste and the strong urge to throw up. I tore my eyes away from them, taking multiple gulps of water to calm the heat cursing through me.

“Boss has serious hots for blue-eyed blondes.” Antonio chuckled, puffing out a smoke.

Blue-eyed blondes. His comment felt like a slap in the face, and I forced a smile, hoping he didn’t notice me falling apart before him.

Because I’m a sadistic bitch, and I like to subject myself to pain, I returned my gaze to Mikhail’s end of the VIP booth and found the men whistling and leaving him with the blonde, who currently had her tongue stuck deep in his throat.

“This is my cue. I have to follow up with the deal,” Antonio snuffed out his cigarette and went after the men leaving the lounge.

I sat there, watching as the blonde adjusted to straddle Mikhail and his fingers dug deep into the plump flesh of her ass. Disgust and rage traveled through me as he rolled her hips into him, practically dry-humping her.

Pain seared through me, and my mouth went dry. I wasn’t jealous, not by a long mile. I had no right to be. I was only angry that he was wasting my time making out and forcing me to watch while my son waited for me at home, probably unable to sleep because I wasn’t home. I wasn’t jealous. I could never be jealous of a woman getting her ass squeezed in the VIP section of a club by a man, even if I harbor unresolved feelings for the said man, and I know firsthand that he fucks like a god.

His hands traveled up to her back, toying with the straps holding her halter neck top together, and I was up on my feet and storming towards them before I knew what I was doing. My emotions got a hold of me, and I refused to be disrespected in that manner.

“Get out.” My voice dripped of poison, and God knows if she hadn’t gotten off him that instant, I would’ve dragged her by the hair.

Mikhail maintained his position, head thrown back on the backrest of the sofa, lids heavy and a dazed look dancing in his eyes. Even his lips looked unnaturally pink and swollen from the kiss. What was he thinking kissing random girls in a club? Didn’t he worry if they had some sort of STD?

“If you’re going to interrupt my private time and walk my woman out, you better have plans of replacing her,” he said, and I let out a dry laugh.

“Private time? Is that what you call practically having sex with a woman in a club in front of me?” He opened his mouth to say something, but I didn’t give him the chance. He had said enough for one night.

“Listen, I know we have our history, and frankly, I don’t even know why you decided to keep me around, but what I’ll not have is you disrespecting me. I don’t care where you decide to stick your cock or whose pussy you decide to eat just don’t drag me into it. It’s past nine in the night, and you keep me here to watch you make out with a girl. What are you? A hormonal teenager!?” I took a steadying breath, realizing I was practically screaming. He made no effort to interrupt me this time and only watched with a mix of surprise and something I couldn’t place.

“Some of us have more pressing issues to deal with and don’t have the luxury of sitting in a club and watching live porn, so next time, be sure to excuse me before you proceed.”

I didn’t give him the chance to speak before grabbing my things and storming out of the lounge. I don’t know how I’ll feel aboutmy little outburst when I come to work tomorrow, but right now, it feels good. He can give me a sack letter tomorrow if he sees fit. I’ve had enough of his rubbish. I might’ve broken his heart and been a spy, but he wasn’t innocent either. He was a fucking criminal, and I was certain if my feelings didn’t get tangled up, he would be far behind bars and I’d be celebrating it. He wasn’t a victim.

CHAPTER 30

Mikhail

“Must’ve been one hell of a meeting,” Enzo commented, startling me the moment I walked into my apartment. He was carelessly lying on my sofa with a pack of Pringles in his right hand.

“How did you get my key, and how long have you been here?” I queried, noting an already empty pack of Pringles and a glass of juice on the table next to him.

He gave me a puzzled look, slowly taking a sip of his drink. “You drag me from New York to Italy to oversee the security of your new office, and you abandon me in a hotel to die of boredom.”

“And you couldn’t find ways to entertain yourself?”

“I am entertaining myself,” he replied, gesturing to the snack and TV in front of him.

I rolled my eyes and settled into my sofa, kicking off my shoes and undoing my tie. I let out a string of Russian curses as the events of the night returned to me in flashes. I had no prior intentions of taking her to the meeting with me, but after her comment about needing to be home early on a Friday night, resentment boiled through me, and I dragged her into my routine. She had no right to ruin my life, break my heart intobits, and go on to have romantic date nights with Italian men while I spent my weekend hunched over business plans.

“Rough day?” he asked, munching noisily.

“Not really,” I replied, not offering further explanation.

He slowly shook his head. “Is there a reason you’re still keeping her around?”

“I’m not keeping her around. I’m giving her a taste of her own medicine.”

“And what happens when two years elapsed? She moves on to have a nice life, or you craft another document to bind her longer? Let her go with a strict warning. Nothing good will come out of keeping her around.”

“I’m supposed to let the woman who tried to wreck my life go scot-free after she practically walked right into my arms?”

“Let’s look at your preferred method of dealing with rats; you kill them, or you torture them to death after extracting information from them. The way I see it, you’re neither going to kill her nor can you torture her for information. I doubt she knows anything about Henry currently. The best thing to do would be to dismiss her.”

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