Page 54 of My Mafia King

Carmina?

No.

She’s experienced enough, judging by her parted lips and how she shakes.

I signal to Vito to put his gun away.

He gets my message and conceals it inside his jacket.

“Why are you here, Anthony?” I ask. “What is your true connection to this woman?”

“I’m her boyfriend.”

A small smile tickles my lips.

“Are you? Really?”

“Yes.”

I cross my arms over my chest and pivot slightly to look at her before moving my focus back to him.

“She told me you were her ex. What business do you have with her if you’re no longer with her?”

“What business do you have with her?” he retorts.

Vito’s fist comes so fast it almost yanks Beau’s nose off his face.

The truth is, most people are too stupid to be thugs.

You can tell by how hard it is for them to follow simple instructions like this one.

Blood drips from Beau’s nose, and Vito curses, searching for a towel. Cupboards, shelves, and drawers are stocked with all kinds of things, yet he has a hard time finding a towel.

He eventually grabs one and cleans his hand.

It’s not like we haven’t been through this type of situation in this room with people like Beau Anthony before.

“Look what you’ve made me do?” Vito mutters, annoyed, swiveling to him and soaking up the blood.

It stops dripping.

“Why is Carmina running away from you, Anthony?” I ask.

“She’s not running away from me. She’s running away from her old man.”

He looks in her direction while she stares at him, horrified.

“That’s it?” I ask, moving my eyes to him. “And you came here to patch things up with her?” I say, sarcasm lining my voice.

I grab a chair, spin it around, place it in front of him, and straddle it before resting my elbows on its back and raking my fingers through my hair.

The silence thickens before I move my eyes to the man.

“I’m listening,” I say as he suddenly no longer feels like talking, as if it’s finally registered with him what is going on.

“As I said before, she said you were her––” I murmur.

“We had a fight,” he cuts me off.

---