Page 48 of Mafia Boss

She poked a finger against my chest. “I’ve been best friends with Cristian’s sister for years. Our fathers worked together. I knew him before he ever knew you. And”—she smirked at me and scoffed—“I’m not afraid to use my gun for protection or to kill someone I don’t particularly enjoy dealing with. You’re one of those people.”

I pierced my own damn skin with my nails in hopes of keeping my mouth closed because once I went off, I wouldn’t be able to stop, and I had no fucking way of protecting myself.

Alessa didn’t seem like she was all talk. I had a feeling that she followed through with her promises, no matter how sinister and cruel they might be. Part of me thought that she and Cristian were perfect for each other.

But I pushed that thought away as quickly as it’d appeared.

No way would I let her get inside my head. She might’ve had Cristian last, but I had Cristian now … kinda. Even if our relationship only lasted for a couple of days, a couple of weeks, or a couple of months, he was mine at the moment. And I didn’t give anything up that quickly.

When I didn’t respond, Alessa flared her nostrils. “Count this as a warning,principessa.” Alessa moved closer to me, pulled something out of her purse, and pressed the muzzle of her gun against my abdomen. “Leave Cristian the fuck alone, or I’ll put a bullet straight through yourstupid, pretty little head. And then Cristian will be mine.”

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I hated the bitch.I fucking hated her more than I hated Cristian.

Aiming my gun at her chest, I unloaded every single bullet and watched as it pierced right through her heart. Or at least, that was what I imagined while I practiced at the gun range. I wished, wanted, ached for that flimsy piece of paper to be her.

After reloading, I fired off fifteen more bullets into the target and set my gun down on the counter, hands trembling in rage. It hadn’t even been an hour since mylovelyencounter with the bitch—I couldn’t even think her name—and I was still fucking shaken up.

Not because of her threats. Because I wanted to kill her.

Kill her.

Cristian had asked me to kill over and over and over these past few weeks, and I’d declined every fucking time. But when I had seen her standing at his front door, God, had I wanted to put a bullet straight through her stupid fucking brain.

My phone buzzed in my purse, and Cristian’s name appeared on the screen.

Cristian: Get back to our fucking home now. Before I find you.

Rolling my eyes, I pushed my phone back into my purse and picked the gun back up, drawing my fingers against my initials in the side. Yes, I had snuck past the guards in the building. Of course I did. I found a way through a side entrance that wasn’t covered.

When the bitch had left, I’d needed to blow off some steam.

I didn’t want Cristian bothering me about it. Hell,hewas the one who had left me alone this morning. If he had stayed, she wouldn’t have bothered me.

I tightened my hand around the grip until my knuckles turned white. I’d never wanted this life, never desired to hold a gun, but I couldn’t help the way my hand slid around the grip, the way my head tilted slightly to stare down the front sight, the way my fingers pulled the trigger again and again and again until there were no more bullets left.

And it was all because that bitch had shown up this morning.

Fuck her and fuck him for not killing her yet.

If he wanted me in his life—if he really fucking wanted me—he would’ve dropped her the moment he killed Ben and pursued me. I didn’t give a fuck what she was to him or his sister or what she had been. She should’ve been gone, killed, six feet under by now.

Flaring my nostrils, I pointed the gun, without any bullets, at the target and blew out a deep breath. What was wrong with me? I put the gun down for good. What the fuck was wrong with me? I wasn’t going to let her get me angry. Cristian was a one-time, maybe two-time fling. I had already vowed to myself that I’d get rid of him after a few months and once his obsession with me died down.

If Alessa wanted me gone, then that was fine by me.

Cristian: Get your fucking ass back to the house.

Cristian: I’m not going to tell you again.

Raising a brow, I typed a message to Chiara, asking her to go out shopping with me and not to tell Cristian about it. If he wanted to be crazy with me, I was going to be a crazy bitch to him too. I smirked at message after message after message he had sent me and opened them up, so he’dknowthat I had seen them.

Cristian: Where the fuck are you?

No reply.

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