Page 14 of Mafia Betrayal

He twirled us around and pushed me into the side of the balcony, holding me in place. “And why would I want to screw you over? What do I have against you?”

“I don’t know yet.” I poked a finger into his chest. “But I’m going to find out what happened in Italy, and when I do, I will screw you and Tommy and Daddy into the next fucking century.”

God, everyone in this family just kept getting on my nerves. Why couldn’t I be left alone? Why couldn’t I oversee business, and that was it?! I’d stay out of everyone’s fucking hair, but every one of these men wanted to fuck me over in some way, and I didn’t even know the reasons why.

“Let me oversee the next shipment, and I won’t look any deeper into you,” I said.

He arched a brow and scoffed. “You’re trying to threaten me now?” He smirked. “You know, it’s kind of cute,reginetta. Like a little child throwing a tantrum when they don’t get their way.”

“I’m not the one acting like a child.”

He stepped closer to me, leaning his head down, chuckling low. “Look any further into me, and I promise I’ll shoot a bullet straight through this pretty little head of yours.” He tapped my temple. “I don’t care who your daddy is. I will kill him, too, if I have to.”

I tried pushing him back with one of my hands, but he held me in place and tilted his head.

“So,reginetta,what do you have against Tommy?” His voice was somehow more playful than it had been a moment ago.

“What’re you talking about?”

“I can see why you’re angry with me and with your daddy, but Tommy—the golden boy?” He moved beside me, still holding my chin in his hand, and made us gaze through the window.

Tommy was talking to the whore and her friend, along with another one of Daddy’s men.

Alessandro placed his lips next to my ear. “What do you have against him?”

He was prying for information to destroy one of us, like I was prying for information to destroy him. But he wasn’t going to get anything out of me.

“That’s not your problem.” This time, I really pushed him away and stormed to the door.

“Reginetta.”

I stopped by the glass door. Daddy and most of the men weren’t here anymore. But the guards who were here still sat at the whore’s table. They were all laughing with each other, having a good time, pouring more Afterglow wine and champagne.

Damn Tommy, the dumbass. He wrapped an arm around the back of her chairinnocently, but didn’t particularly get close to her, unlike Cousin Tony did with his women.

“Reginetta.”

Liquor dripped from my hair onto my dress—or maybe that was rain. I pulled the door open.

Fuck Tommy.

I marched right over to him.

He gazed up at me. “Why’re you all wet?”

“It’s raining. I would like to go now.”

One of the guards leaned over and whispered something in Tommy’s ear.

He nodded and stood. “I have to go. Work calls. Will you get home safe?”

Sure, I’ll get home safe.

He pressed his lips to mine and walked out with the guard. I smiledsweetlyat the whore, who smirked up at me. She stood with her friend.

“It’s getting pretty late. We should get going.” She extended her hand to me. “It was nice to meet you.”

I smiled tightly.Nice to meet the woman I’m going to fucking kill later.

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