Page 206 of Syndicate of Sin Bundle

mafia betrayal

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“Fuck, just like that, baby,” Tommy, my boyfriend, said.

I stared at him, wide-eyed, through the crack between the door and the doorframe. A blonde bimbo bobbed her head on his cock, her eyes red and her cheeks stained with streaks of running mascara.

I yanked my purse higher up my arm, ready to grab the gun from it and shoot them both dead. Daddy had always shown me the right way to get rid of the people who had betrayed us.

But I couldn’t kill Tommy yet.

I quietly walked out of his apartment and shut the door behind me. How much of an idiot was he? He was dating the daughter of the boss and thought it was a good idea to cheat. And, come on, if he was going to cheat, he could have at least found someone who could take his whole cock down her pretty little whore throat.

What a fucking idiot.

The phone in my bag buzzed. I expected his name to pop up with a sappy text, telling me that he would be home late tonight because Daddy was making him work late for the twelfth night in a row.

Daddy’s name lit up my screen. I rolled my eyes, not wanting to deal with him after finding out what Tommy’s late nights really were. But business came first for everyone in this family.

After speeding to Daddy’s restaurant, Il Giardino del Cancio, in Lower Manhattan, I gave the valet the keys to my BMW. Two guards, dressed in sleek black suits and dark glasses, opened the doors for me.

Men with greasy hair and thick Italian accents entered and exited every day for business. Even the Feds who were paid off would visit for a drink and a chance to be with one of the family whores who had knockoff Chanel bags and fake tits.

I passed by the two women at the bar who were begging for attention from any man in the family. Cousin Tony would pick them both up later tonight. He had a thing for whores and could never stay faithful to his wife.

Nobody could stay faithful nowadays.

The men eyed me as I strutted to the back of the restaurant. I gave them a flirty smile. They all had a thing for me, but none of them had the balls to talk to me after what Tommy did to the last guy.

In the back, Daddy was eating a plate of penne. His gray trench coat was draped against the back of his chair. Two guards stood behind him.

When he saw me, he wiped his face with a napkin, stood, and wrapped me in a hug. “Mio tesoro!”

A man sat across from him, his fingers interlaced quite tightly on the table. His hair was lengthy but short on the sides and lightly curled on the top. And I could see a bit of dark tattoos underneath the cuffs on his button up.

“Sit, tesoro.” Daddy pulled out a seat for me. “I want you to meet someone.” He gazed over at the man who had a small scar under his left eye. “This is Alessandro.”

We stared at each other. I couldn’t be bothered to say much to him. Everything I was going to do to Tommy was racing through my mind.

“We have a shipment coming in the morning. I need you to be there when it’s delivered to oversee that everything goes well,” Daddy said.

I raised my brows. “Me?”

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

I nodded and sat up straighter. For three years, I’d been begging him to let me in on the business, but he had refused. He thought that it was a man’s job. I wanted to ask why he had suddenly changed his mind, but I didn’t dare open my mouth.

“Alessandro will be there with you. He usually does this kind of work.”

Alessandro clenched his jaw as he looked at me with his hard gray eyes.

Daddy pushed his plate toward the center of the table and stood. “He will give you the details. Be there at three a.m.” He gazed at Alessandro, who just nodded. “You’re in good hands, tesoro.”

He leaned over to press a kiss on my forehead. “Don’t make me regret this,” he whispered in my ear.

I tensed and pressed my lips together.

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