Page 37 of Mafia Betrayal

Suddenly, the doors of the restaurant opened, and Tommy stormed into the room, his glare locked on me. “Where the fuck were you last night?” he asked me, voice tense.

From his eyes, I could see how angry he was that I hadn’t come home to him, but he did the same thing to me every fucking night.

I parted my lips to try to calm him down, but Alessandro smirked.

“She was with me.”

I rolled my eyes and sat back in my chair. Screw this. I wasn’t even going to try anymore. These damn men were all hyped up on their testosterone, thinking that they could get a rise out of each other. If a damn woman ran this family, we wouldn’t have this drama. We could make twice—if not three times—as much money because we would get shit done instead of … fighting like this.

Tommy and Alessandro started arguing back and forth, Tommy getting worked up for nothing. It wasn’t like he was screwing a whore or anything, right? I rolled my eyes and stared at the table, trying to think of a good way to get out of this mess with this stupid bodyguard. I needed to work with Alessandro, not because he was sexy—definitely not—but because as annoying as he was, he was a decent guy.

When they started to get physical with each other, I stood and tried my hardest to stop them. I didn’t need either one of them hurt, not yet anyway.

“Leave,” Tommy shouted. “Chiara is mine.”

I could tell that Alessandro wanted to rebut, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he leaned closer to me and said, “Don’t trust anyone here. I’ll see you tonight.” And then he grabbed his suit jacket from the chair, slung it over his shoulder, and walked right out of the restaurant as if he hadn’t just stirred up trouble for me.

Tommy angrily grabbed my hand and pulled me to the exit. Matteo followed us.

“We’re going home,” Tommy said into my ear, “so you’ll stop being a fucking whore in front of the entire family.”

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chiara

Tommy slammedour apartment door and turned on his heel toward me, so menacingly with those savage, dark eyes. His jaw twitched, and he clenched his fists. “What the fuck were you doing at Alessandro’s place?”

He stepped toward me, but I didn’t step away.

“Huh? Were you fucking him? Is that what family whores like you do when I’m out working?”

“Out working?! You’re never out working! You leave to fuck that damn whore every single fucking night, but I can’t even associate myself with another man?!” I screamed at him, unable to hold it back anymore. “You’re the biggest fucking hypocrite I know!”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Karrie.”

Tommy shook his head at me. “You’re fucking crazy. I’ve never cheated on you.”

My eyes widened. “I’m fucking crazy?! You drive me fucking crazy! I watched her suck you off. I watched you two send naked pictures back and forth. I watched you flirt with her at the family party in front of every single one of the family members.” I poked a finger into his chest. “Andyouwant to callmecrazy and a whore?!”

A look of pure wrath crossed Tommy’s face, and I sucked in a quiet breath, never having seen him look so terrifying before. Not many things scared me, but the look of a crazystronzowho had a loaded gun in the waistband of his pants did, especially when he’d just got outed for cheating.

“How long has it been going on?” I asked, placing a hand on my hip. All I could feel was anger and betrayal. I fucking hated Tommy, but it still hurt to know that he had betrayed me after I’d been so vulnerable for so long with him. “A few weeks? Months? Since we started dating?”

“You need to stay in your own business,” Tommy said.

“Finding out that my boyfriend has been cheating on me isn’t my business?”

He let out a menacing growl and stepped closer to me, wrapping a hand around the front of my throat and pushing me against the cabinets. “Don’t fucking overstep. You don’t know what you’ve gotten this family into. I know about the damn cop you’re in with.”

It was him. Fucking Tommy.

I shrugged my shoulders and smirked. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Looking for your mother’s murderer. Trying to bring up old fucking cases when they’ve been closed for years now. You need to stop before you get yourself in bigger trouble.”

“I haven’t been doing that,” I said, lying straight through my teeth. If he could gaslight me, I was going to gaslight him. Make him feel crazy. Act like I had done nothing wrong. Because I hadn’t. “I’ve spent all my nights doing work for Daddy or staying with Alessandro, who has given me more thanyouever could.” I scratched my nails against his chest. “Fucked me harder than you ever have. Left me begging for mo—”

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