Page 139 of My Mafia King

“You have everything you need right here. His men can also help you in case you need them.”

It sounds like Damaso will be away for weeks.

I look at her suspiciously.

“That’s all I can say,” she murmurs in response to my questioning look. “Consider yourself lucky,” she mutters, only adding to my confusion.

“How am I lucky?”

“You’re not targeted by those people.”

“What people?”

She waves me off without answering my question.

I’m sure she thinks she’s said too much.

What people?

I’ve been targeted by people.

My ex.

The Russian.

And I expect my father to track me down and‘target’me as well. It’s not like I’m unfamiliar with being targeted.

Who’s targeting Damaso right now?

It could be anyone.

One’s relevance is defined by the number of enemies.

I promise myself not to get disheartened by this twist of events when the woman spins around and vanishes out the door.

But I’m far from pretending that nothing happened and just going about my life, removing my clothes, taking a bath, and getting ready for sleep.

Sleep is not in the cards for me tonight.

The tension in my chest and stomach tells me that.

I need to know what happens because a lot of it will affect me one way or another.

This uncertainty is a poisonous snake giving me a fatal bite.

I’m not much of a coffee drinker, but I go for a cup and put on some music before sitting at the table in the living room.

My phone is useless in terms of finding something to entertain myself with.

There is nothing on it, and no one I could call right now.

I check the time.

It’s late.

Too late to call Jen.

She’s probably at work, so I won’t be able to talk to her or my sister.

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