Page 17 of My Mafia Queen

What if she has a kid?

At least she’s sober and knows enough to hide her kid from him.

What a terrible life for her, her child, and us, his kids.

I push to my feet, go to the tiny closet, pack a few of Tina’s things, and shove them into my duffel bag before getting ready to leave.

I look around one last time, but nothing begs me to stay.

No dear memory.

Nothing.

My eyes still hover over the bed when the rumbling of a car ripples through the air.

What the hell?

I thought I’d be alone.

Is he back?

The car comes to a stop in front of the house, and I dash to the window and peek outside.

“Carmina??”

Wearing a tank top with his tattoos on display, Beau Anthony bellows out my name again, looking up at the windows.

What the fuck?

Why is he here?

And how could he possibly know that I was back?

His car blocks my driveway, and two other men are propped against his ride while he seems set to make a scene.

They're all laughing as if having a good time, but I know better than that.

“Carmina??” he shouts again. “Come out, baby. I wanna talk to you.”

Baby??

Who the fuck he thinks he is to call me baby?

The other two men are rough-looking like him. I don’t remember seeing them before, not at work or around the area.

I suddenly feel like I’m about to puke.

How can Jen still go to work and risk having these people show up and make her life miserable?

The fact that they haven’t bothered her yet is a miracle. She hasn’t even used her car or gone back home all this time.

But she goes to work. She needs the money and can’t afford to lose her job because of these men.

Fuck you, Beau‘Dick’Anthony.

Ugh. I can’t get out now. He’s blocked my car in the driveway.

What a dick.

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