Page 75 of My Mafia King

“Speaking of that… Gianni has told me you chatted with that woman again,” I say.

He makes a dismissive gesture.

“I’m so sick of her,” he mutters, anger flashing through his voice.

“That’s not what he said.”

He shakes his head, his eyes going down.

“He also said you were using a new phone,” I drone on, sounding serious this time because I am.

He lifts his gaze and searches my eyes, trying to determine whether I’m mad or not.

They know how I am when I’m mad.

I’m not like other people.

I won’t throw a fit or bark since I’ve perfected the art of putting people on notice by using my normal voice and asking questions like now.

This is more effective than yelling at people.

He knows I have a good reason to be mad with him. He is aware of how set I am against anything that can be tracked.

Life is so much more difficult for us because of all these electronic devices keeping records of us all the fucking time.

You never know when some shit that means nothing in the beginning brings down an entire crime family put on a trial.

“It was a burner, and I’d just gotten it. He got rid of it, anyway.”

“That’s not the point,” I say. “You know better than that. And do you know what ruins a man almost all the time?”

His eyes glint, yet he stays quiet.

“Bad women and greed,” I say.

“I’m done with her.”

“Good. It’s better to be smart and alive than stupid and dead. Now go out there and make sure things run smoothly,” I say in a more relaxed voice.

Without a word, he pushes out of his chair and makes a beeline for the door.

Vito is one of the better ones. And as I said before, he’s not stupid, but he can be foolish around girls.

His loyalty to me weighs more than anything else right now.

Had it not been that way, our conversation might’ve ended differently.

The space is quiet as he walks out the door and closes it behind him, and I stare absently at the screens.

That woman comes to mind.

Speaking of women. Was I talking only about him? Or was I thinking about myself as well?

Carmina is not a bad woman. But good women can ruin a man just as quickly, and it’s not because they want to.

Like her.

Most of the time, they’re not even aware they are doing it. What happened last night disarmed me completely.

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