Page 172 of My Mafia Queen
She tosses me a curious look.
“What about you?”
“What about me?” I ask, grinning while heading to the exit.
“Are you going downstairs to meet Damaso?”
I stop and pivot to face her.
“How do you know about downstairs?”
She gives me a full mouth grin.
“I know. I have spies.”
I latch my hands onto my hips.
“Who’s spying for you?”
Lips pressed into a smile, she shrugs.
“Who did you charm?” I ask again.
“Vito…?” she murmurs.
“Vito? He’s a grown-up man.”
“I didn’t charm him. I asked him, and he told me that every night, you put on a nice dress and go downstairs. Meet Damaso in the casino.”
“Uh-huh. And?”
“Nothin’. I was just saying. I know what you’re doing.”
“You’re going to do that as well one day. Maybe… When you are older.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Really. You have to grow up first.”
“And get a puppy first.”
“And get a puppy first.”
“And then I can date a man like Damaso.”
I laugh.
“Forget about men. They’ll come to you when you’re older, like me.”
“You’re not old,” she says, and I can’t argue with her, although I’ve been more mature since I started to live with Damaso.
My life is nothing like it used to be.
“You’ll meet them at the right time. Start with the puppy. And a friend of your age.”
“I’m trying.”
She falls back into the pillows, and I pivot to walk out before changing my mind, spinning around, and looking at her.
