Page 161 of My Mafia Queen

“You fucked with her too.”

“Yeah. The bitch provoked me. She does the same thing to you. Let her be. I want the money more than I want her. Trust me, I’d be the first to break her neck.”

He glances at his buddy.

“I figure you want your cut too,” Anthony says, cocking an eyebrow at him in a dark tease.

The third man watches the exchange, propped against the kitchen table, his arms folded across his chest.

Gesturing dismissively, the man in front of me swaggers away.

“Fucking little cunt,” he mutters.

“You can say that twice. She’s a piece of work. But we want her man.”

With that, Beau signals to us to stay quiet.

I do, mulling over what he just said.

What money?

What is he talking about?

The phone starts ringing.

“Quiet, everybody,” he says as if he needed to.

No one was talking anyway.

Someone answers the call.

“Yeah. I got her,” Beau says quietly, and I wonder who he’s talking to.

He’s waiting for a few more moments, listening to the person at the other end of the line before ending the call without saying anything else.

That must’ve been his boss.

His phone hits the table, and a concerned look slides over his face.

“What did he say?” the man propped against the counter asks.

Beau crashes into a chair across from me and looks slightly annoyed.

“It’s not your damn business.”

Soon after he brings his eyes to me.

He pushes his chair back, rises to his feet, and spins around.

“Watch her. Don’t touch her. I need to go, or I’ll smash her face in.”

“Lovely,” I murmur behind him while he heads to the other room.

He puffs, even more irritated.

“Didn’t I just say that she’s gonna make me break her neck?”

A second later, he vanishes into the other room while I stay in the kitchen with his men, not knowing whether Jen is alive or not and if Damaso has found Tina.

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