Page 104 of Mafia Toy

How would this affect her?

I wasn’t supposed to love her. I wasn’t supposed to fall for her. I wasn’t supposed to feel anything for her. But here I was, in love with two women, as my father had once claimed to be when he continued to sneak out and cheat on my mother.

“You’ll see Sage later,” I said, my tone final. “We’re not done.”

Laila burst out into tears. “We’re done! I’m not killing anyone else!”

Pietro lifted his head, about to stand. “Kill anyone else? Laila, what’d he make you do?”

I grabbed him by the shoulder and shoved him back into the chair, so he didn’t even have a chance to comfort my wife. This little conniving bastard wanted to take my place as boss and as Laila’s husband. He had always been a little too close to her.

“Sage,” I growled, glaring at my brother, “out. Now.”

Sage quickly stood from the couch and scurried past me.

I snatched her arm before she could escape and leaned down to whisper in her ear, hoping it was enough for now, though I knew it wouldn’t be. Nothing could turn back time, not after she had just watched someone die at her feet. “I’m sorry. I should’ve told you my plans.”

While Sage stared down at the floor and nodded, I could tell that she only did so because she was afraid. Maybe of me. My chest tightened, and I peered over at Riccardo, telling him with my eyes to keep her safe because this was breaking my heart.

All of it.

I did so much. So fucking much for this family. And nobody appreciated it.

Once Sage scurried out of the room with Riccardo, I shut the door and turned toward my brother. I snatched a fistful of his hair, ready to finally unleash on him, and hurled him to the ground by it. The chair clattered onto the floor, and he scrambled back to his feet.

“The fuck are you doing?” he growled. “I thought you wanted to talk.”

“Next time you fucking flirt with my wife, put Sage down, or threaten my position in this family, I will put a bullet straight through your empty fucking head, Pietro. No more chances. I have too much drama to deal with, and I don’t need you stirring up any other shit. Do you understand me?”

“I don’t flirt with your wife,” he said through gritted teeth.

I pulled my gun out of my waistband and held it to his head. “Bullshit.”

He stared up at it, then at me. “Fine.”

“Say it,” I growled, pressing it to his forehead.

“I won’t flirt with your wife or threaten your position.”

“And what about Sage?”

“I won’t put her down,” he snapped, grimacing. “But I don’t like that bitch.”

“She’s not a bitch,” Laila said, sitting down with her arms crossed. “Don’t call her that.”

“Fine,” Pietro said, slamming his hands into my chest. “You happy?”

I shoved my gun back into my waistband and glared at him. “Get out.”

After he scurried out the door, I turned to Laila. “I said, get out.”

“I don’t get it,” Laila cried, Pietro now gone. “Why are you still angry with me?”

“I’m not angry with you,” I said, avoiding eye contact with her so I didn’t fucking explode.

I wanted to go home. I wanted not to constantly worry about the FBI. I wanted to have a family again. But Laila … choosing the fucking baby over me, over Sage? I would never have done that to her. If she could get pregnant and had a problem with childbirth, where I had to choose between her and the baby, I wouldalwaysfucking choose her.

If roles were reversed, would she choose me?

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