Page 81 of My Mafia King

And I speak next.

“Listen. Go. Don’t wait. What can happen? Say you don’t feel well or something. You can’t risk being home and having him show up at your door. No one knows about my aunt except my father, but he won’t be back until next week. He may be coming back at the end of the week, I think. If I know anything about him is that he doesn’t give a shit about anything until it affects him, so he won’t be in a hurry to find out where we are. What I’m saying here is that Tina will be safe there for a while, and you will be protected, too. In the meantime, something else might come up and whisk this prick away. I’m talking about Anthony here. If it’s a pressing matter as it seems to be, he’ll have to make a different plan,” I say, hoping that I’m right.

The more I think about it, the more I wish I’d taken Damaso Salla up on his offer and have Beau Anthony finished and abandoned in the desert.

That would’ve solved so many of my problems.

It’s possible that fact alone would’ve brought more dangerous men to my door, but that seemingly happens anyway.

How can this go to hell so damn quickly? How? And it’s all because of this man.

“What say you?” I murmur, afraid I wasn’t convincing enough, and she might change her mind.

Her answer comes after a few seconds.

She sounds like she’s away from her phone.

“I’m packing as we speak,” she says, and a warm sensation sweeps through me.

“How long would it take you to get there?”

“Half an hour…? I’m walking out of the house right now.”

“Can you not use your car? Get a cab or something. You know the fucker put a tracking device on my ride.”

“I didn’t plan to use my car anyway,” she says.

“Good. Listen… Can I call your phone and talk to my sister in about an hour? Before I go to work?”

“Sure.”

“Try to take her out of the house when I call. I don’t want my aunt to be there. She has no idea what’s going on. And it’s better that way for her safety.”

“No problem. Don’t worry. I know what to do.”

I hang up and silently stare at the window. It’s getting dark outside, and I suddenly have a bad feeling about everything.

It’s something I can’t explain.

One thing I know, though.

It’s the opposite of what I’d felt earlier today.

* * *

CARMINA

All dressed up,with my hair rolling lusciously down my back and my eyes pinned on the mirror, I ponder the things that have already happened, and the ones I fear might happen.

Absently, I run my eyes over my body.

The black dress fits me like a glove, and it’s something I'd positively not wear under normal circumstances.

Not that the one I wore last night was different.

But this is a sexy cocktail dress with a revealing cleavage, a sleeveless design, and a skintight fit. The cut and color make me look more mature. Fancy stilettos complete my look.

I put on some eyeliner, mascara, and lipgloss and have a tiny metallic badge clipped above my left breast, which is the only indication that my dress, as sassy as it is, is still a uniform.

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