Page 16 of My Mafia King

My father doesn’t care.

He never does.

So, it’s good if he doesn’t know where I am.

Maybe.

Tina is safe right now, and that’s the most important thing. All I need is to deal with the man in front of me.

“Yes. Of course, he does,” I lie about my father. “He knows about my trip and my new boyfriend. And he approves of him.”

“Huh.”

He leans against the wall, his pecs bulging while he crosses his arms over his chest again and squeezes them to look bigger.

“Did he know everything about me too?”

“Of course he did,” I lie again.

I don’t even know everything about him.

“Then why didn’t you invite me to your place?”

“Because we weren’t there… yet?”

“No kidding. Are you ‘there’ with this new guy?” he sneers. “When did you meet him?”

“Uh…”

The timeline that I have sucks.

Things wouldn't make sense if I told him I just met him.

And if I tell him I’ve known him for a while, he’ll get angry and make inquiries about him. And in the end, he’ll realize I was lying because I couldn’t hook up with someone, especially from Vegas.

“I’ve known him for a while. It’s just that we’ve recently met again.”

“Seriously?”

He makes fun of me, chuckling, entertained.

“Yes. Seriously.”

“What exactly does he do?”

“He works here.”

“And you seemingly work here too,” he says, his forefinger moving up and down, accusatorially pointing at my attire as he pushes off the wall, and his expression changes completely, his smirk and amusement replaced by vicious determination.

“You fucking cunt. I have no idea who’s filled your head with this fucking nonsense, but you won’t suck dicks on the strip before I fuck you first.”

His hand darts to my hair, and his fist latches onto my mane before he pulls it down.

I yelp, bending at the waist and stumbling a few times while he drags me toward the door he has walked through.

I start screaming, putting my fists into his iron-hard thighs, but nothing stops him.

And then the door we move past suddenly cracks open, and a man decked out in a suit steps outside, seemingly unaware of what’s going on.

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