Page 11 of My Mafia Queen

“Clearly.”

I shoot my eyes to Vito.

“Take him.”

He arches an eyebrow, a questioning look on his face.

“Bring me the woman. The maid,” I say and shift my focus to the man in front of me.

“Your story better pan out, or you’re dead .”

I barely finish saying that, and the door opens, and Gianni pushes in a woman with long red hair, high heels, and glitter all over her body.

Her eyes widen in horror and that’s exactly what I've counted on.

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DAMASO

Early morning

I return around four.

It’s taken me forever to get to the bottom of it.

The three stories have clicked in the end, and the man is still alive while I’ve learned something useful.

Something I have suspected all along.

One way or another, Boris will end up dead.

I can’t touch him now because my boss is in business with his boss in New York.

My uncle might know about his double life.

And what do I know?

Boris’ boss might know that too, and he might want him to work with the FBI.

The Russian is not setting me up for nothing.

And this is not the first time a criminal organization uses an agency or the long arm of the law to take an enemy out.

And I have no doubt I am the Russian’s enemy.

He and his boss might have a plan, but I’ll make sure he doesn’t bring the FBI to my door again.

I push the door open, and silence greets me in the hallway.

Grappling with a bad feeling, I make a beeline to Carmina’s room.

The door is cracked open, and as I push it to the side, I stare at an empty space.

She didn’t do it again, did she?

I yank my phone out and call Vito.

“Get me…”

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