Page 42 of My Mafia King

“Fuck…” I murmur quietly, running tense fingers over my brow.

I like it here. The temperature is nice. The view is beautiful, and the food is good. I look at the plates of food on the table.

I wish I wasn’t stuffed. Ignoring that, I eat more food to hold me over until I return to the hotel tomorrow morning.

Beau is surely waiting for me where I parked the car if he hasn’t moved it already just to fuck with me.

He doesn’t need my key to do that. The guy who sold me the car could’ve given him a copy of my key.

Although Beau knows how to hot-wire a car.

I murmur another ‘fuck’ under my breath and sigh.

Adulting sucks. I can say that much. Who needs this crap?

I don’t have the answers to my problems.

And I don’t know who to trust and where to go.

Can I trust the man who paid for my meal?

He didn’t even pay for our food, and no one had stopped him from leaving the room.

Which makes me think he is more than a guest in this hotel. Or an employee.

The only thing I can do right now is call Jen and ask her if things are good back home.

Although she’s probably at work and might not answer. Or maybe her shift hasn’t started yet.

I look out the window.

It’s still early, judging by how the lights hit the mountains surrounding the valley.

I slide my hand into my purse, scoop out my phone, and dial her number.

She answers right away.

“Hey,” she says, panting.

I tense up.

“Is everything okay?” I ask.

“Yeah, yeah,” she says, a smile lining her voice. “I just got in, and I’m putting on my work clothes. I have a few minutes left before my shift begins. How are things with you? Did you get the job?”

I tell her what happened.

That I didn’t talk to the manager and ran into Beau.

“No fucking way. Oh, the fucking prick. He and the man you got your car from. How can they be such dickheads? I’ll go there and give that guy an earful.”

“No, no. Don’t do it. It doesn’t matter,” I deadpan. “It’s done.”

“Where is the fucker?”

“I don’t know. Someone threw him out of the hotel. I think. I hope.”

“Who?”

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