Page 15 of My Mafia King

He knows my life like the back of his hand.

He knows how my life has consisted of going to work and spending some time in a modest room in my father’s house.

How could I find a boyfriend in such a short time when I couldn’t even get out of the house except for work?

“A boyfriend,” I say as if the situation is not tense enough. “He works here,” I say, my voice stripped of emotion. “Who told you I was here anyway?” I ask nonchalantly as if my heart doesn’t shake in my chest.

Honestly, I’m only trying to figure out what he knows and if he’s talked to my father.

“I'll only tell you if you tell me more about your boyfriend,” he says, grinning wickedly.

I look straight into his eyes.

“Sure. I’ll tell you about my boyfriend. You go first.”

He’s not used to me lying because I usually wouldn’t do it.

I lied many times to protect Tina and myself, but other than that, I never lied to other people aside from my father.

He has a sly glint in his eye, and something tells me he has followed me.

“How did you know I was here?” I ask.

He uncrosses his arms and reaches inside his pocket before extracting a small object.

“I know the guy who sold you the car. I placed this inside your tire. Easy peasy.”

A fucking GPS tracker??

I feel like smacking him.

“Why would you do that?”

Does he know––the fucking dick––that he’s destroyed my younger sister’s chance to a better life?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” he says, tucking the small device back into his pocket. “Where did you think you’d go? And does your father know about this trip?”

Oh, no. Not my father.

Please don’t bring him up in the conversation.

I freeze, trying to put two and two together. There is some good news in his stupid remark.

My father doesn’t know that I’m gone?

I doubt that.

But even if he does, Beau is asking me about him, which means my father didn’t make waves.

Didn’t go to the restaurant. Or to my aunt’s place. Perhaps he thinks I’m with Tina.

Maybe he’s drunk, high, or took his woman on a trip and has no idea where his daughters are.

It wouldn’t be the first time it happened.

Although he likes to keep us under his thumb, especially when we try to pull away from him.

Jen didn’t say anything about him trying to get in touch with her. My father doesn’t know her well. I dropped her name once or twice, and I seriously doubt it stuck to his brain.

---