Page 101 of My Mafia Queen

He takes a sip, unfazed, undoes his suit jacket, and leans back, resting his arm on the armchair.

He avoids my eyes, which is not a good sign.

“Why am I here?” I ask before he has the chance to speak again.

He flashes a cold smile.

“It’s been a while since we had a talk.”

“That’s not why I’m here,” I say directly, not beating around the bush like him.

He sucks in a long breath.

“Okay. You want to know why you’re here? Your name came up in our last meeting,” he says.

He’s talking about his boss and the other families’ bosses.

I shoot him a questioning look while he stares at me.

“That was before you gunned down Vadim Ivanov,” he mutters.

I don’t say a word.

Nor do I move.

“My name came up in connection to what?”

“The FBI visit.”

“That was a setup.”

“It was.”

He flashes another icy smile.

“Do you care to explain what happened?”

“You know what happened. Boris set me up.”

“It was about a woman,” he says, pinning me with a cold stare.

My eyebrows move up.

“Is that why I’m here? Because of a woman?” I sneer, lowering myself to the window sill and folding my arms over my chest.

“Close the window,” he says, tilting his chin in its direction while buying some time.

I yank it close before swinging my gaze back to him.

“Answer me,” I say tensely.

“You had a woman with you. Someone I’d never heard before.”

“That’s not what it was. One of my employees got lost. She entered the safe–deposit box room and locked herself inside by mistake.”

An incredulous smile tugs at his lips.

“Are you sure that’s what it was?”

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