Page 11 of Mafia Betrayal

“Vodka,” he said in that thick Italian accent.

Why had my days been going from bad to worse?

Alessandro had his baby-blue button-up rolled over his forearms. His gray eyes met mine, and he smirked. “Reginetta, it’s good to see you again.”

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chiara

After flashing Alice a million-dollar smile,he held out his hand for her to shake like he was the politest guy in the whole damn world.

“Alessandro.”

Alice blushed and shook his hand. “Alice.”

I rolled my eyes and nearly smacked her hand away. “Leave us,stronzo.”

He brought his drink to his lips. “So very rude,reginetta.”

“Listen,” I said, glancing back at Tommy, who was lingering by the whore’s table, “I don’t have time for your shit right now.”

He smirked and slid onto the stool next to me. “It seems like you do. You sure did this morning, following me home and all.”

“What is your problem?”

I literally didn’t understand this man. He had told me the wrong address so he wouldn’t have to deal with me, and now, he wouldn’t leave me alone after I asked oh-so kindly. Bipolar much?

Alice gazed between us. “I’ll leave you two.”

“No.”

“Nice meeting you, Alice.”

Alice walked to her table, leaving me alone with the moron.

He hopped off his stool. “Well, I should be getting around. Too many pretty ladies here for Tony to keep all to himself.”

See? Bipolar.

I snatched his arm. “No, you’re not going anywhere. You’re going to sit right there. You want to talk? We need to talk.”

“Chiara.”

I pulled my hand away from Alessandro’s.

Tommy’s arm wrapped around my waist from behind, gripping me tightly. “Who’s this?”

Alessandro gazed between us for a moment more, and then I saw that stupid glint in his eye that told me he was about to screw me over. “Reginetta, you haven’t told him about me?”

Tommy’s fingers dug into my side. “Reginetta?”

I glared at Alessandro. “This is Alessandro.”

Tommy eyed him for a few moments, probably trying to figure out if he could trust him or not. I guessed he chose not because he pulled me closer to his chest.

“Well, Alessandro, Chiara and I will be off.”

He pulled me roughly off of the chair, his hand tightening around my upper arm.

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