Page 148 of My Mafia King

I look around the room.

Did someone call her?

Her phone is not here.

That may be a possibility, and if that’s the case, the odds that she’s walked into someone’s trap only increase.

I notice the door to the balcony is open. I go there, trying to figure out what had gone through her mind.

I walk out, and the evening air rolls over my face. The view is phenomenal, and I wonder how much time she had spent here before she decided to go out.

Maybe that’s what it was.

She couldn’t sleep.

The coffee that she had didn’t help her either. She must’ve been nervous. And then she just didn’t know any better, and for fuck’s sake, why did she have to leave?

A strained breath enters my lungs as I turn around and go straight to the exit.

Moments later, I replay the film of her walking out, step by step.

She didn’t use the elevators, so she must’ve turned left.

I walk to the end of the corridor, take the stairs down, and enter the hallway.

Yeah.

I think I know what happened.

A few minutes later, I walk out of the event room and make a beeline for the parking lot in the back.

I don’t need to go there to know.

She found her car and left.

Fuck.

I stare in the distance where her car has been parked when voices ring behind me.

“Someone saw her come this way,” Vito says.

“Yeah. I know.”

“Do you want me to go out there and get her? She can’t be far.”

“No. She’ll come back.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Yes, I am,” I say, spinning around.

“What if something happens to her?” he throws behind me as I spin around and walk back.

“She’s a big girl now. She can handle herself. If not, she’ll have to learn a harsh life lesson and never do that again.”

“Boris might get her,” he insists, walking behind me.

“He won’t. He must have other things on his mind right now.”

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