Page 79 of My Mafia King

I don’t have a bathing suit, but I’ll buy one when I get my first pay.

So yes… Things are good.

And here I am, getting ready for my job.

Holding two of my dresses up, I carefully inspect them and get easily distracted.

“Car?” she murmurs.

“Uh… Yeah. What were you saying?”

I put the black dress on the bed while the other one goes back into the closet.

“Are you sure things are all right?”

“Yes, I am. I don’t know who told you what––”

“It’s not about who told me what. It’s about you. That man is back,” she says while I slide onto the bed, bend my knee, lift my leg, and start painting my toenails.

“You saw him?”

“No, I didn’t see him,” she says, losing her patience. “I was off today.”

“Oh, yeah, yeah…” I mumble, still unable to focus. “Sorry, I forgot. The other girl had seen him, and she called you.”

“Yes. He came to the restaurant, and he was all bruised up. He looked horrible, and everybody stared at him while he was scanning the place.”

She sounds frightened, and that detail finally makes me stop and pay attention to her.

“What do you mean?”

“What do you think I mean? He knew you were in Vegas, so surely he wasn’t looking for you.”

“Do you think he was looking for you?”

“It’s crossed my mind.”

She sounds pissed.

“Why would he look for you? It makes no sense.”

“That’s why I’m telling you all this. What did you tell him, Car?”

“About me? Or you? Nothing,” I say, secretly concerned with this development.

“About your life in general. Does he know about your situation at home?”

“Who doesn’t?”

“Yeah… Okay. That’s what I thought.”

She seems disheartened.

“Why does it matter so much?”

She stays silent for a few good moments.

“Listen. This is serious stuff,” she says. “He didn’t look too happy.”

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