Page 160 of My Mafia Queen

“I didn’t do anything to her. They did,” he says.

I look at the two tattooed men who flash smirks at me,

They’re probably the same two men who came to my father’s place with Beau when he put his fist through the door, and they got chased away by Damaso’s men.

They didn’t learn anything from that experience.

Their eyes are filled with hunger, and they would do to me what they did to Jen.

And now I wonder if she’s still alive.

“I would’ve never imagined you could find people so stupid to be your soldiers. You allowed them to do that to her.”

“Shut up,” Beau barks, sinking his hand into his pocket and retrieving his phone.

“Where is she?”

“Shut the fuck up, Car,” Beau says, throwing an angry gaze at me. “You’re not helping your case if you keep running your mouth,” he says, looking at his phone.

“You’re not helping your case either if she’s dead or Salla sees the bruises on my face.”

A second passes before he reacts so quickly I almost fall backward with my chair.

In one swoop, he drops his phone on the table and closes the distance between us before wrapping his hand around my neck.

“Listen to me, you little piece of shit,” he says. “This is not only about you and me. If it were, you’d have my dick shoved into your mouth just about now, and then their cocks into your holes. We’d fuck you so raw that sex would have a new meaning in your head. We’d have you over and over again until we’d be so bored with you that we wouldn’t want to glance at your pussy again. And then I’d have you shipped to Mexico to be a whore in Tijuana, and no one would give two shits about what you wanted.”

His thumb moves across my face while he shoots me a crazy look.

Finally, he straightens up and looks down his nose at me.

“I don’t know why you caught my eye. Frankly, women like you had never been my style. I can’t stand normal girls. I guess your looks did it for me,” he says in derision. “You have a good body. I would’ve loved to dip my dick in you. Hell. I would’ve kept you for a while, but rest assured you would’ve ended up just the same. You weren’t my thing, but I indulged you for a while. It was fun… Sort of… It’s just that I would’ve never imagined I’d find you with that man. He didn’t know you, did he? There was no way he could’ve run into you other than by accident. It was a play between the two of you. And you, in particular, thought you were clever and could fool me into buying your shit. You probably didn’t care. And that pissed me off even more. For someone who had nothing––no power, nothing––it was remarkable that you had pulled that shit off. Things have spiraled out of control ever since, and here we are. I can no longer claim you because you’ve become someone important in this game. And rest assured, this is a game. You will never be safe, no matter how much he protects you. And speaking about him…”

He seems to relax a little.

“Let’s see how important you are to him after all. Let’s see what he’ll do for you.”

He pulls away from me, snatches up his phone, and moves closer to the kitchen window while one of his men comes closer to me and starts studying me.

“Can you order your lapdog to stay away from me?”

Beau doesn’t pay attention to me while the man brings his fingers to my mouth.

He makes this stupid move and pushes his thumb between my lips, enthralled with how my mouth looks around his finger.

His pleasure is short-lived before I sink my teeth into his finger. His expression changes in a second, a guttural voice exploding in his chest.

“Stupid fucking bitch.”

He’s about to hit me in the face when Beau leaps at him and jerks him back.

“I need Salla. Stop messing with her.”

The man yanks his arm out of Beau’s lock.

“She bit me.”

“Leave her alone,” Beau argues, moving away from us.

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