Page 2 of Mafia Betrayal

When Daddy and his guards exited the restaurant, I exhaled. I would make sure that tonight went perfectly. No fuckups.

None of these mafia men thought a woman could keep up with them, but tonight was my chance to prove that I could. I didn’t need a cheating boyfriend to take care of me anymore.

I had waited three years for this opportunity. The first step in my little plan was in place. Little by little, I was going to destroy Tommy, and today was day one. He had moved up in the ranks because of me, and I was planning to knock him six feet under.

Alessandro took out his wallet. “How much do you want?”

I furrowed my brow at him. “What’re you talking about?”

“How much do I have to pay you to stay home tonight?” He flipped through tens of hundred-dollar bills.

I narrowed my eyes. “You think you can pay me off?”

He threw down all the bills from his wallet and put it back into his pocket.

“I’m not taking any money from you.”

“Take it or leave it,reginetta.”

“What’s the address?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

He paused for a long time, staring at me with a clenched jaw. “Why can’t you be easy? Take the money and haveTommydo the work.” Tommy’s name rolled off of Alessandro’s tongue with such distaste.

I nearly laughed.I hate him too, stronzo.You’re not the only one.

“No,” I said.

“You don’t want to break a nail or, God forbid, get blood on one of your designer bags and fuck up this shipment, do you?” He raised his voice.

I placed my hands on the table and leaned closer to him. “Let’s make one thing clear. If I break a nail or,God forbid, get blood on one of my designer bags, I’ll just buy a new one. That’s not a problem.”

Alessandro pushed out his chair and stood abruptly. His gray eyes glared into mine. “I have one rule.” He placed his palms on the table and towered over me. “Stay out of the fucking way tonight.”

I raised a sharp eyebrow at him and stood. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

I followed him to the exit and snatched his elbow. “Speak to me like that again, and you won’t even have a job,stronzo.”

He grasped my chin in his rough hand. “Touch me like that again, and you won’t like the consequences,reginetta.”

“What’s the address?” I asked through clenched teeth.

“3260 Flatbush Avenue. Brooklyn. Three in the morning.”

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chiara

Tommy:My place at 8pm, babe.

Tommy: Just got to pick something up from Chiara’s place. Be back soon ??

I clenched my jaw, reading their stupid messages to each other. Since when did he ever use emojis? And the heart-eyes one, really?

Way to look desperate, stronzo.

When I had suspected that Tommy was cheating a week ago, I’d installed an app on his phone and hidden it among the iPhone’s Productivity apps. He never looked there—obviously, since he hadn’t deleted it by now. Desperate and stupid.

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