Page 42 of A Mafia's Treasure

“I will see you soon.” I stand and think about offering my hand to O’Connor but decide any pleasantries aren’t worth it. This man’s days are numbered.

“You can count on it.” He laughs and leaves the table. Walking over to the bar, he leans against it with his hands in his pockets waiting for Francesca … a.k.a. Frankie. I’m fucking pissed about that, but I have bigger problems right now, so Tony will have to wait.

I leave the bar and head straight to the club. If what this woman is saying is correct, I have to get to my brother, and I don’t have time to waste. O’Connor can wait.

Chapter30

Frankie

Rushing out the back, I push the door open to the staff toilets and quickly lock myself inside, scrolling through my phone I press call on Tony’s number.

As soon as he answers I blurt, “What the fuck! Why was it canceled? Now that cheesy mother fucker wants me to go with him?”

“If you read your messages, then you’d see that’s the plan,” he huffs out.

“What and go where? I can tell you one thing, I’m not having fucking sex with that guy! I don’t care how long you’ve had me on a ban?” I shout but try to keep my voice low so nobody hears me.

“Look, the boss changed the plans last minute. And you should know, he was there, so he knows you’re a woman.” He sounds defeated.

“What do you mean he was there? I didn’t see anyone watching me, and trust me, I’m fucking good at what I do. I would know if there was someone lurking in the shadows,” I tell him.

“Maybe he wasn’t lurking in the shadows, Frankie. Who was the guy you saw from the club,” he asks, and I open my mouth, but nothing comes out … No fucking way.

“Frankie!” he shouts.

“Nicolas, he’s just someone I have been meeting with, and you know … fucking. Well, that was until you put me on a ban,” I spit out.

“You have to be fucking kidding.” His voice is low, and I can barely hear him.

“Why would I lie?” I ask.

“That guy you’ve been fucking is our boss, Frankie, and right now, he’s really fucking pissed.” His hand slaps his steering wheel.

“What did I do? All I did was do as he has asked, and come to think of it, that is all I have ever fucking done.” I huff. “Look, we’ll have to talk about all this shit later. I have Mr. Unlucky waiting for me outside, so where am I taking him?” I ask.

“I’ve paid for a taxi to pick you up. It’s on the other side of the road waiting for you. Just tell him a random address, he will ignore it anyway, and take you to the yard,” he informs me. “I’ll meet you there with Tommy.”

“Right, got it. See you soon.” I hang up and put my phone away, then head out of the toilets and straight for the sleazy guy waiting for me at the bar.

“Hey, darling, you took your time. You ready to go?” He reaches for me, placing his arm around my shoulder.

“I wanted to freshen up. I’ve been on the bar all night.” I smile at him. “But I’m ready now.” I giggle as we leave. God, I really do sound like an idiot when I do that, but he doesn’t seem to mind one bit.

We walk out the glass doors, and I raise my hand for a taxi as he looks at me. “Oh, sweetheart, I don’t travel in taxis. I have my own private car.”

Fuck!

“Oh wow!” I say as I look at him like I’m in awe of this jerk.

His sleek black SUV pulls around the front, and a man gets out to open the door for us. Looks like I’ll l have to improvise. This is going to be fun.

As I get in, he follows me. I forgo the safety belt, and as the driver heads over to the valet, this is my first opportunity. I grab my target’s head and ram it against the window … maybe a little too hard as the glass shatters and a spider web forms on the glass, but it looks so pretty, especially with his blood coating it.

I hover my finger under his nose, and regrettably, he’s still alive but out cold.

Quickly hopping in the front seat, I start the engine. What moron leaves the keys while he goes to pay for his ticket. I imagine he’ll be in a lot of shit when this guy comes around.

I speed of down the road and swerve the oncoming traffic. Fuck, I am on the wrong side of the road, which is crazy because everyone knows the right side of the road to drive is the left … right … Fuck, I don’t know. I’m confusing myself now. I’ll just follow the traffic. I didn’t even drive back home in the UK, so I’m really hoping for the best here.

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