Page 66 of Mafia Boss

“Because she snuck into my apartment,” someone said in the background.

My heart stopped, everything slowing down.

“Roxie,” I whispered, my voice hoarse. “Roxie, please don’t tell me that she’s there with you. Please tell me that you’re alone, that you locked the apartment door. Fucking please.”

“You should’ve killed her when you had the chance, Cristian,” Roxie whispered. “You should’ve done it for me.”

“Alessa, I swear to God, if you fucking touch her, I’ll end you for fucking good this time!” I shouted through the phone, chest tightening until I could barely fucking breathe.

If Roxie died, I didn’t know how the fuck I’d be able to do this anymore. Everything I did was for her, since we had been kids. I’d waited so long. I should’ve been more cautious. But I hadn’t.

This was my fault. My fucking fault.

The phone sounded like it clattered against the ground, then a gunshot rang out, the sound sending chills down my spine, and then the line went dead. I slammed on my brakes, my hands shaking and tears—fucking tears—welling up in my eyes.

I would end Alessa. I would kill her.

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Squealinginto the underground parking lot, I shut the car off and sprinted up the stairs to the lobby, not willing to even take the elevator yet. I needed to find out what the fuck was happening and needed to see where Roxie and Alessa were because I had told my security to watch them both.

And they obviously couldn’t do that.

“Where the fuck are they?” I sneered at my guards in the lobby, heart racing.

“Boss,” one started.

I grabbed him by the neck and thrust him against the wall. “Where the fuck are they?!”

He swallowed hard and pointed to the elevators. “Top floor.”

After pushing him away, I slammed my fingers onto the elevator button and waited not so patiently for the doors to open. I wanted to run up the stairs and forgo the elevator altogether, but it would take longer. There were forty damn flights at least.

Once the doors opened, I paced around the tiny room and ran my hands through my hair, fury rushing through every one of my veins. When I saw that bitch’s face, I was going to fucking torture the living shit out of her. Alessa had taken what wasmine, what I had worked endlessly to find and have again.

She had fucking taken Roxie from me.

And she would pay with her blood and her life.

When the doors to the top floor opened, I stormed out and headed to my front door. Marco hurried down the hallway toward me with his brow furrowed and a concerned expression on his face.

“Cristian,” Marco said, grabbing me by the arm and tugging back. “You don’t want to go in there. You—”

But I could think of nothing, except killing Alessa. She’d fucking touched my girl, threatening her, and Roxie hadn’t fucking told me about it. But I should’ve known. I should’ve been keeping better tabs on Alessa, and I certainly should’ve killed her by now.

All this time, I’d kept telling myself that I had been keeping her around because she was my sister’s best friend. But the truth was that I was afraid to live this life alone. I was afraid that I’d grow old with nobody to ever truly love me, with Roxie hating me for eternity. And I knew that Alessa would die for me if I asked her to. It was never love with her, but at least it wasn’t loneliness.

Though I didn’t give a fuck now about spending life alone.

I’d rather spend it alone than with a bitch like Alessa.

Shoving my door open, I stopped dead in my tracks and sucked in a sharp breath. Blood had pooled in a puddle in the center of my foyer, staining the white marble tiles. I shut the door behind me, my fingers trembling. There was so much of it. Roxie had to be fucking dead, all because I hadn’t done anything to stop Alessa.

A thick trail of blood led to the bedroom. With fear rushing through me, I followed it down the hallway and squeezed my eyes closed, not sure if I had it fucking in me to see Roxie in our room, dead. I would lose it—fucking lose it.

Pushing fear aside, I opened the door to see a woman lying in the bed on her stomach with blood soaked through her hair. Blinded with tears, I hurried over to her, turned her onto her back, and backed away with wide eyes.

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