Page 29 of Mafia Queen

I shot her a warning glare.

“I mean Vadik—there were certain kinds of clubs he liked visiting.”

I lifted a brow. “What kind of clubs?”

“The kind where”—her gaze dropped to her hands on her lap—“the kind where young girls were the entertainment, and none of the masters had any problem sharing.”

“Jesus,” I cursed. “That motherfucker better show his face soon so I can carve his skin from his goddamn skull.”

“Excuse me?”

For a second, I let my anger get the better of me, saying something I wasn’t supposed to say, especially in front of her.

“It’s nothing. All I’m saying is I can’t wait for the day he burns in hell.”

“Why did you say yes?”

I frowned at her. “What do you mean?’

She ran her hand down the dark curls hanging over her shoulder. “Why did you say yes, to tonight? To letting me join you? We both know Vadik is out there. It’s risky having me so out in the open, and we both know you’re not the type to take risks.”

“Oh, believe me, you might think you’re out in the open, but there’s more muscle and ammo in this place right now than tits and beer.”

Her gaze scanned the upper floor, searching.

I smiled. “If you notice who and where they are, Doe, it’s not much of a security detail, is it?”

The skin of her cheek flushed an embarrassed pink. No matter how hard I tried to toughen her up, to turn her into a strong, independent woman, I still loved her innocence. The way her naivety showed her light.

“Have you…” She fiddled with her thumbs, and I placed my fingers on her chin, forcing her to look my way.

“What’s my number one rule, Doe?”

“Always look at you in the eye.”

I nodded. “What did you want to ask?”

“Has Ma…has Vadik made contact with you?”

Just as I tried to open my mouth to say something, Karina swept in and took Doe’s arm. “Come on. We did not go through all this trouble to get my brother to agree to taking you out just for you to sit like two little lovebirds in a corner.” She pulled Doe to her feet and frowned at me. “She can be yours again later. For now, you’ll have to share.”

I snorted. Karina could be glad she’s blood because sharing wasn’t something I liked doing. Especially when it came to the woman who belonged to me.

I watched as Doe followed Karina to the rail, pointing in different directions, showing Doe the view from up top. Doe sure looked like a fucking wet dream on heels in that purple number. It made me wonder what it would look like in tatters on my fucking bedroom floor.

“You’re drooling.” Dante sat down beside me.

“Don’t care.”

Lorik took a seat across from us. “Is that an Italian thing? ’Cause, Dante, bro, I remember drool coming out of your fucking mouth the night Layla walked in here with that cunt, Matteo.”

Dante leaned back in the couch. “Yeah, but at least my balls are still intact.”

“If you’re implying my balls aren’t where they’re supposed to be—”

“Oh, not implying, dear brother-in-law. I know you lost your balls the day you asked my little sister to marry you.”

Lorik held up his hand. “Yeah, and because of you two tit-heads, it seems like I lost my balls for nothing. Because if I wait for every shit storm you two assholes create before I get married, I’ll never get fucking married!”

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