Page 12 of Mafia Betrayal

This damnstronzo.

Alessandro smirked at me.

That damnstronzo.

“How do you know him?” Tommy sneered into my ear, still dragging me away from the bar.

“Daddy introduced me to him yesterday.”

“And that’s why he’s calling youreginetta?” Tommy stopped and glared down at me. “You’re lying.”

My eyes widened. “No, I’m not!”

“How do you know him?” he asked again, jaw clenched.

I lowered my voice. “I told you,stronzo!”

“Stronzo? So, now, you’re calling me names? Getting defensive over it?”

He grabbed my jaw roughly, but I pushed him away.

“Don’t feel so special. He’s a biggerstronzothan you are.” I took a deep breath.Don’t blow your cover. “Listen.” I placed my hand softly on his cheek. “I’m sorry. He’s just been getting on my nerves. He won’t leave me alone.”

Tommy clenched his jaw. “He’s about to.”

When Tommy stormed away from me and to the bar where Alessandro was flirting with Giorgia—who had walked in, like, half a second ago—I rolled my eyes.

Men. They had no sense sometimes. All you had to do was try to take what was theirs, and they flipped.

Tommy grabbed Alessandro by the collar and pressed him against the bar. Giorgia gasped loudly, nearly spilling her drink on herself. Don’t ask me why I almost laughed.

Alessandro had a damn smirk on his face the whole time Tommy was threatening him.

After Alessandro said a few words, Tommy slammed him into the bar and stormed out of the room. I rolled my eyes. I wasn’t going to go find him. Fuck that guy. He could cool off with the whore in the restroom and get caught by Daddy for all I cared.

Alessandro gazed over at me and winked, then turned back to Giorgia.

I walked to Alice’s table and collapsed next to her, resting my head on her shoulder. “I need a girls’ trip away from all this shit.”

“You mean Tommy?”

“Yes.”

She smiled at me and stared back over at Alessandro. “Okay, so are you going to tell me who that is and why you seem to be so damn close with him? What am I missing? I’ve never seen him at any family parties before.”

“Don’t ask me. I have no idea why he’s here, but I wish I had never met him,” I said.

“Oh, come on.” She pushed my shoulder. “You don’t wish someone like him—look at him”—she glanced over at him and sighed deeply—“would sweep you off your feet and take you away from Tommy boy?”

“I don’t care how attractive he is. He’s an asshole. Daddy gave me one shot last night, and Alessandro screwed it up for me.”

I explained everything that had happened since the last time I had seen her, which was over two weeks ago. From Tommy to Alessandro to the whore.

Unlike Giorgia, Alice knew about the way Tommy really treated me. She knew how screwed up he was, and now, she knew that he was a big fat cheater. I looked across the room as the whore walked in, displaying her chest to whoever wanted to see it.

“She’s over there.”

Alice, again, raised a brow and grabbed her purse. “You want me to take care of her? Because I got my gun in my purse, loaded and ready for a good time.”

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