Page 152 of My Mafia Queen

Muffled voices echo in the background before he focuses on me.

“I’m heading that way.”

“All right. Be careful. You don’t want to step into a trap. If there’s a family inside, try not to frighten anyone, especially that girl.”

“I’m getting closer.”

His suit rustles as he quickly moves.

A few moments pass.

“Everything seems all right,” he says quietly.

“Good. Now break into the house.”

“Okay, Boss.”

“Wait,” I say in a clipped voice. “Tell the girl Carmina has sent you. This way, she won’t scream. I don’t think so.”

I know how scary-looking my men are, but hopefully, this will do the trick. I don’t want that girl to alert the entire neighborhood and prompt the neighbors to alert the cops.

More moments pass, and I become more anxious with every passing second. I light a cigarette and check the time.

Before long, the sun will rise, so I need to wrap this up quickly. I’m tempted to call Louie and ask about Carmina when my man talks to me again.

“I’m in.”

“Okay. Try not to wake anyone.”

He walks around the house.

I hear the doors opening and closing, and I fear it won’t take long before someone notices his presence when he speaks again.

“There’s no one here.”

“That fucker lied?”

“I think they were here and left.”

“Where the fuck did they leave in the middle of the night with a girl in tow? Joe couldn’t even warn them. Search the house again. Make sure no one’s there. Or find a clue or something.”

“Yeah. The place is in order, and no one’s here.”

“In order as if someone lives there and they keep it clean or as if no one lives there?”

“Hard to tell.”

“Is there food in the fridge?”

“Yeah. Some,” he says with the voice of someone who just found something to eat.

“What kind of food?”

“Yogurt. Fruit yogurt,” he says, disappointed. “Fruit. Frozen waffles.”

“Any grown-up shit? Beer or something?’

“No. Only water.”

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