Page 164 of My Mafia Queen

What else is there to do anyway?

One of the men pops in just as the sun starts glazing the windows.

“Hey,” I say.

He goes to the kitchen counter and looks outside, ignoring me.

“I’m talking to you,” I insist. “I need to go to the bathroom.”

“No, you don’t.”

“It’s been two hours,” I say, peeking at the watch on the wall. “I need to use the bathroom.”

Beau shows up in the doorway.

His man glances over his shoulder at his boss.

“Ignore her,” Anthony says.

“You’re such a dick,” I say, and he gestures at me dismissively just as his phone chimes with a message.

“They’re close,” he mutters, and the third man walks into the room.

Beau and that guy exchange looks, and I fear the worst when it comes to Jen. They’ve never talked about her, and no noise comes from wherever she is in the house.

There’s some movement in the room before Beau Anthony produces a shiny new gun and closes the distance between us.

“I hope your man wants you as much as you think he does,” he says, and my heart jolts in my chest.

He looks at his men, and they get ready.

“Close the fucking blinds,” Beau orders to one of them, and the kitchen is now dim.

He fusses with his gun and presses it against my head, and my heart pitter-patters in my chest.

“Hopefully, he won’t give me the opportunity to put a bullet in your head. Although there’s nothing I’d like better.”

I tense up, insisting on pulling my hands out of my restraints. He can’t see them as I struggle to free myself when a car engine rumbles outside before there’s only silence.

The tension in the room hovers over everything.

One of the men peeks through the blinds.

“How many?” Anthony asks, pressing the barrel of his gun against my head.

“I only see two people and our boss,” he says quietly before glancing at my ex and dipping his gaze to me.

My heart swirls in my chest, and I’m convinced one of the people outside is Damaso.

Beau grabs my neck, pulls me up, and kicks the chair from under me before cocking his gun and pressing it against my head.

“You better behave, or I’ll blow your brains out,” he mutters behind me, and I have no reason not to believe him.

No love is lost between us.

We didn’t like each other when he tracked me down and grabbed me in Damaso’s hotel, but now?

Now we hate each other with everything we’ve got.

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