Page 59 of My Mafia King

She nods twice.

“I don’t have any money on me,” she says quietly, only for me to hear.

“I didn’t expect you to, baby. We’ll take care of that later. All right?”

She nods her head again.

“Good,” I say in a different voice as Gianni collects her duffel bag. “Call someone to clean her wounds,” I say. “A woman,” I add. “No man touches her under my watch.”

“Okay, Boss,” Gianni says through locked teeth, not a muscle moving on his face.

Reluctantly, she pulls away from me, not knowing what to say. Eventually, she swivels away before stopping and looking at me again.

“Thank you,” she murmurs.

“You’re welcome,” I say, rolling up my sleeves.

We all peer at the door as she steps out, silent like a ghost. All except for Beau Anthony.

When I bring my eyes to him, he’s pale and cold like the wall.

“Now, let’s go back to what you said moments ago. Who the fuck do you think you are to threaten me?”

I flick my gaze to Vito.

“Untie him. I don’t want to hit him while he’s tied up.”

10

CARMINA

The rug liningthe floor muffles the clicking of my heels as we make the trip to what I believe to be the lobby.

The man assigned to take care of me doesn’t spare a glance in my direction.

He only shows me the way as we navigate an intricate maze of hallways separated by thick doors.

At some point, we are deep in the dimly lit underbelly of the hotel, and I clench my jaw to prevent my teeth from chattering.

So many things have shaken me to the core and put a strain on my body.

What happened to Beau. The men who came to my rescue and our trip to that room, where I frankly didn’t know what to believe.

I didn’t know what to expect.

I thought they’d leave us there––Beau and me––and maybe deal with us in the morning.

The prospect of being with Beau in the same room scared the shit out of me.

I didn’t know how much longer I could rely on these people to create a buffer between Beau and me.

I honestly think the more moments like this Beau and I will have, the more vengeful he will become.

He can’t wait to get his hands on me and make me pay for the humiliation I have put him through.

I don’t even know how to do this at this point.

Even if I get the job––and I need to get that job––Beau knows I’m here. And I’m sure he’ll tell my father.

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