Page 166 of My Mafia Queen

“Your uncle put a hit on you. And I’m not the only one after you.”

As cool and collected as Damaso usually is, he looks at Joe, a bit baffled.

“My uncle?”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Who did you deal with?”

“Him.”

Damaso pauses, and the silence grows.

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DAMASO

I stareat the man in front of me.

That’s fucking strange.

What the fuck is he talking about?

That’s not how these things work.

Joe Lizard doesn’t look at me.

“This makes no sense,” I mutter, having a hard time understanding what he just said.

“It’s the truth,” Joe says, flicking his eyes to me, and garnering some wicked satisfaction from saying that.

I try not to let out much, pondering what he just said.

So my uncle gave me that speech about this and that and the other while having this shit planned out?

Why all the words?

He wanted to kill his guilt?

Justify this shit?

Again…

Why?

Why the fuck did he do that? And did the other families know about it?

What did he tell the other bosses to convince them I needed to go?

Was it the friction with the Russians? The fact that I was about to replace him at some point?

But that was already established, and they all signed off on it. Besides, it wouldn’t have happened for a while.

I don’t understand.

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