Page 12 of Mafia King's Forbidden Vows

I had heard the clinking of footsteps in the hallway that day, but I didn't fully register it until a beat too late. Her widened eyes and stuttering speech told me, this time, she had heard enough to know my true identity, although I doubt she could possibly do much without any evidence. But that’s not the real pain in my ass. The problem is that despite her knowledge of such sensitive information, I can’t bring myself to eliminate her. All I want is to fuck her senseless.Damn.

A rumble stirs in my depths, more of a growl than the intended chuckle, as I turn around to give her another cursory gaze.

I need to be painfully aware of her until I figure out how to deal with her. I have to work on covering up all loose ends, like Aria Abruzzi, while not getting distracted.

Especially not by her inexperienced pussy…

Chapter five

Elio

While reviewing a few of the documents related to an upcoming shipment, I hear a knock on the door. Cortez walks in, his brown eyes dipped in reverence but his broad shoulders square and his stance upright.

“Boss.” He stops in front of the table, sliding a brown envelope towards me.

“The job has been done.Quello che Victor Morello ha dovuto pagare per saldare il suo debito(Victor Morello has been made to pay his debt).” His eyes meet with mine briefly as he gestures towards the envelope he walked in with, “That’s confirmation.”

My lips curl in a content smile as my fingers flip from one glossy paper to the other, staring at Victor’s traitorous face with hiswhite eyes gazing blankly at me and a well-rounded bullet hole in the center of his forehead.

Cortez is the most competent man in my family, so I hand exclusive cases like Victor Morello to him to avoid any mistakes.

“Good.Occupati del corpo(Take care of the body), I don’t want any DNA, fingerprints, or anything else that could lead back to us in the future.”

“All of that has been taken care of,Capo(Boss).”

My head bobs up and down in approval. “You’ve done well.”

“But…”

“But?” My brows quirk in question when his voice falters.

“We have a problem. One of our warehouses has been compromised.”

There is news I hate hearing, and this is one of them.

With a savage swipe of my hand, I send all the documents on my mahogany desk flying into a chaotic cloud around me.

“And why the fuck is that?” I hiss loudly, releasing only a fraction of the pent up rage gnawing at my insides.

“The cops raided it in the early hours of this morning. A whistleblower informed them of the contents of the warehouse…” He doesn’t get the chance to finish his statement when my phone rings.

It’s my informant in the force. The fucking bastard on my payroll that should have done his job.

“Why the fuck are your guys trespassing?” I seethe, clenching the phone tightly so that it feels like it might snap.

“Mr. Donatelli, an anonymous whistleblower contacted the office this morning, informing us that your warehouse contains drugs, cash, and ammunition,” the grave voice of the police officer at the other end of the phone says into my ears. “This is beyond my capacity as it was direct information. I’m truly sorry.”

“Fuck!” My nostrils flare as a fresh wave of anger surges through my body. I fist my hands until my knuckles start to turn white.

He breathes, seeming to hesitate for a moment before he continues. “They found stacks of cash, wraps of drugs, and stacks of ammo…it doesn’t look good, Boss.”

Of course, it doesn’t. This could lead to a fucking grand exposé about my mafia, and my supposedly clean businesses will automatically start being questioned.

If this ever gets out, it’ll reveal that I’m not the biggest business tycoon in New York, but rather the face behind the terrifying title ofCapo dei Capi(Boss of the mafia bosses).

And because of whoever the motherfucking whistleblower is, it’s only a matter of time before it turns into a full-blown case and the world hears about it. That can’t fucking happen.

“Who is this bastard informant, and how did he know the exact warehouse that held that stuff?”

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