Page 13 of Mafia Betrayal

I nearly laughed and pulled her purse away from her. “I don’t need Tommy to be suspicious. I’m working on revenge.”

She relaxed a little. “So, you’re going to let him get away with it?”

I smirked. “For now.”

After a few moments, Tommy walked back into the room, lookingoddlycalmer than when he had stormed out. Instead of walking back to me, he sat with Daddy and talked to him a bit. He and Alessandro were both at his table, talking about something I didn’t care about.

All I needed was for them not to kill each other. They could fight all they wanted, but no bullets in the head or the heart. I needed Tommy alive to get my sweet revenge and Alessandro alive to get another chance at the business.

As the night wound down, I found myself outside on the patio with my only friend at the moment—a glass of Afterglow champagne. Alice had had some of her own business to do, so she had left me alone with Giorgia. Then, Giorgia had ended up leaving with Cousin Tony. Not my first choice in a guy, but she had to do whatever she had to do.

I glanced at the whore through the glass door. Tommy had approached her table and started chattinginnocentlywith her and her friend. He had no damn respect. None. Absolutely none.

“Reginetta,” Alessandro said, way too close. He placed a forearm on the railing next to me.

“Why can’t you leave me alone?”

“I’m just admiring your beautiful city.”

He leaned over the railing, gazing at Lower Manhattan. I had the urge to push him off the edge.Admiring the city, my ass.

“Your daddy told you that you couldn’t work anymore? That’s a shame. You shouldn’t have let him down.”

“You shouldn’t have been let out of prison,” I said.

He clenched his jaw.

“Oh, did I hit a nerve? My apologies.” I gave him the fakest smile I could muster.

“How do you know about that?”

I shrugged my shoulders, staring at his clenched jaw. “I know a lot about you.”

He stared at me for a few moments, then laughed. “You know nothing about me.” He tilted his head and stepped closer to me. He glared at me with those dangerous eyes. “But you’re right; I shouldn’t have ever left prison. That way, I wouldn’t have ever met you,reginetta. Out of all thewhoreshere, you’re the saddest one to deal with.”

And before I could stop myself, I threw the glass of champagne in his face.

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Liquor dampenedthe perfect locks on his head and dripped down from the stray pieces of hair onto his shirt, soaking it right through. I arched a brow at the wet rat in front of me. He deserved nothing less. If he didn’t know when or how to leave me alone, then I would teach him.

That sinister look crossed his face again. His eyes darkened, and he clenched his jaw. He took the half-full glass in his hand and poured it right over my head before I could step out of the way.

I let out a scream and pushed my hands into his chest, shoving him back. “What is your problem?!”

I pushed him again and again, all the way to the side of the balcony, and he let me. I stepped closer to him until he was nearly pressing into it. He had that stupid smirk on his face, so I pushed him again.

“Damn you!”

“Stop pushing me.”

I pushed him again.

He snatched my wrists in one of his hands and grabbed my chin with the other. “And this is exactly why I didn’t want you to come last night. You don’t listen.”

“No, you didn’t want me to come last night because the oh-so-great Alessandro wanted to screw me over.”

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