Page 110 of My Mafia Queen

It could’ve been someone else, or no one for that matter, and the outcome would’ve been the same.

The Russians would’ve found something else to play with. Or someone else to mock.

They would’ve set me up some other way.

I don’t know what deal Boris has cut with the FBI, but I can imagine.

He thought he’d use that opportunity to push me out.

Let’s be clear here.

He wasn’t afraid of Carmina Leto.

Are you fucking kidding me?

He’s probably an informant for the FBI.

Although knowing him, he’s both an informant and against the FBI.

It’s not like he can’t feed them false information.

It wouldn’t be the first thug in history who did something like that.

The man can’t be trusted. And that’s all there is to it.

“Okay. That’s it. You can all go now.”

They all leave the room before Vito enters my office.

“Louie is gone,” he says.

“Gone?”

He nods.

“Carmina?”

“She’s gone too.”

I straighten in my seat.

“Are they someplace together?”

“Not that I know of.”

“Who saw them?”

“I checked your suite. Carmina had used the stairs so no one could see her. Her car is gone. And Louie? He’s told one of his men he has something to take care of, and he’s been gone for a few hours.”

“He must’ve followed her.”

“You think?”

I crash back.

“I asked him to keep an eye on her but not interfere with whatever she’s doing.”

“Don’t trust her?”

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