Page 29 of Dirty Mafia King
CHAPTER10
BASTIAN
Renzo answers for her. “It’s under control.”
As if word of his exploits in New York City never got back to me. As if the little shit didn’t show up trashed at my bar, vomit his guts out, and piss off Big Tony. My threats are landing on deaf ears.
And I’m not a man you ignore.
“Speak out of turn again, and I’ll shoot you in the leg.”
Alessia gasps.
Renzo shuts the fuck up.
And I raise an eyebrow, signaling for her to answer.
“Does Renzo have a drug problem?” she whispers. Buying time to construct a lie? Giving me another reason to distrust her?
She struggles to answer but surprises me when she does.
“Yes. He has issues.”
“Let me guess; coke, pills, booze, wet paint chips—anything else?”
“Don’t,” Renzo begs.
She swallows hard. “Heroin.”
Goddamn it. It’s exactly what Sandro suspects.
“And you, being his angel, can cure an addict?”
Renzo shoots to his feet. “What the hell? Lessie, please. Don’t fucking answer him. Don’t you see what he’s doing?”
Her eyes fill with apology. “He’s your father.”
“Don’t you have any sense of self-preservation? You’re going to ruin our plan.”
“He cares. He built you a golf course, remember?”
I scowl at how perceptive she is. About the golf course—it can’t be any more obvious that Renzo needs rehab.
“With professional guidance…” she murmurs.
Professional guidance inside a military-like rehab facility with guards patrolling the grounds. Making escape, this time, impossible.
Renzo throws his hands up. “He’ll never approve the marriage now.”
Her throat bobs as she turns to me. “Any more questions?” So nervous. So curious. Begging to be corrupted, isn’t she?
Don Lucchese would love her.
I never gave the old man a name. Amato’s daughter—that’s how I referred to her. And as much as I’m itching to end the governor’s life, their plan makes sense. Ruin Conti. Give Bible Belt Benny the Italian salute without acknowledging his dick’s been all up in Conti’s soon-to-be lackluster business. Make Amato my puppet.
Yeah. It’ll tidy this clusterfuck up nicely.
But if she’s to become a Beneventi, can I trust the little voyeur? Kinkyvirginvoyeur—or so she claims.
