Page 146 of My Mafia King

Fucking great.

I end the call and ponder.

“What did she say?” Vito asks.

“She didn’t see her.”

“Maybe she’s in the casino,” he says.

“I doubt it. She wasn’t supposed to leave her room. That’s one. And secondly, she looked like she wanted to go out.”

My eyes stay on the screen until she enters the view again.

She strolls across the event room, not looking like she’s trying to get away. In fact, nothing in her demeanor raises any suspicions.

She looks normal, although there’s nothing normal in her roaming around.

And she knows that.

I look at the time stamp.

This happened a few moments ago.

“She’s gone,” I say, pushing up and yanking my suit jacket off the back of my chair before putting it on.

“Where are you going?” Vito asks.

“I’m going after her.”

“Where?”

“I don’t know,” I say, shrugging and sliding my pack of cigarettes into my pocket.

I fucking hate this shit.

I take it out and push it back into the drawer.

They look at me when I lift my gaze.

“I don’t need you.”

“Are you serious, Boss?”

“Yes. I fucking am. There is so much going on right now that me going after that fucking girl matters to no one.”

With that, they stay behind while I head straight to my suite.

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DAMASO

First,I check her room.

There are things in my head. Things I couldn’t say out loud.

So, I want to make sure I was right about her and didn’t lose my touch.

I walk in and make a beeline for her room without as much as glancing around.

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