Page 39 of My Mafia King

How smoothly I run this business, and, more importantly, how efficiently I make money for our organization.

So he’s given me free rein to do whatever I want.

‘Lizard’Joe is the kind of guy who does shitty stuff that goes against my beliefs, so I’m itching to put him out of business, but my boss––read ‘my uncle’––reached an agreement with his boss and I was forced to pull back.

That doesn’t mean our animosity for each other hasn’t soared and is not fueled by occasionally getting wind of the crap he’s doing.

And also, occasionally, he must tiptoe around my business.

I’d be surprised if he hadn’t talked to his boss and tried to sell him the idea that they could do more business if someone other than me was here.

They’d even put down a good chunk of money if they knew they could trade living things that come in the shape of beautiful, vulnerable women like that girl, Carmina Leto.

My eyes go back to the screen, and I catch her just as she pushes her chair back, picks up her purse, looks around the room, and makes a beeline for the exit.

The staff walks in to clean the table while she looks for her way out.

“Vito?” I murmur, my eyes still pinned on the woman.

He starts to speak.

“Carmina Leto lived all her life in LA at the same address.”

I glance at him, making sure he’s not reading shit from his phone. He peeks at a scrap of paper where he’s scribbled down the information.

“She has a family. A father. A sister. That’s all I know. My man needs to go there and check their place,” he says, lifting his gaze.

I raise my hand, my eyes going back to the screen as I curiously look at the woman cutting her way out of my hotel through groups of people.

“No need to,” I say, focused on the screen.

My guys start talking to each other while I surveil the room she’s strutting through.

She reaches the crowded lobby when a silhouette tears away from the wall, and I straighten in my seat.

“What’s going on, Boss?” Vito asks.

“The motherfucker is still in the hotel.”

Their clothes rustle as they all move at once. Vito gets closer to the desk. Louie follows him closely. Gianni pushes off the couch.

“Do you think he’s one of Joe’s men?” Louie asks.

I ponder.

He was in the hotel upstairs when I walked out and ran into that situation.

And that was a‘situation’for sure.

I don’t know what the fucker did to her, but her hair was in disarray, and her cheeks were flushed.

Her dress didn’t sit right.

And I didn’t want to think he had planned to fuck her on that floor.

It was weird that they were there, to begin with.

They weren’t supposed to take that elevator, and if they did, the security should’ve come after them.

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