Page 30 of My Mafia Queen

I’m waiting for a signal from my uncle to have a sit down with Boris. I can’t stand that he is collaborating with the FBI and is still alive.

Yeah, yeah… Nothing has happened. So far. But who can buy that kind of bullshit? Not me, for sure.

And if it was a distraction, shouldn’t he have talked to me instead of planting those agents at my door?

I just don’t buy it, but I can’t do shit about it. I didn’t get the green light from my boss to talk to him and settle things out, and now the fucker and his goons avoid me.

He should do that, but I still need to understand why exactly he did what he did.

“Keep an eye on the casino. I don’t want any trouble tonight. Especially tonight,” I say before emptying my glass.

“Sure, Boss. You all right?”

I cock an eyebrow at Vito.

“What kind of question is that?”

“You seemed troubled.”

“Fuck you, Vito,” I say, chuckling, and he gives me a knowing smile. “When was I troubled?”

“I don’t know. You’ve been dark since––”

“Zip it, Vito.”

They like my tone, and both laugh.

I crack a smile.

“Okay,” I say and push off the barstool.

“Is she here?” Vito asks, glancing over his shoulder.

“Mind your own business.”

He flashes a smile.

“I will, Boss. You know I will.”

I give him a double take.

“Any news about that new woman of yours?”

His smile collapses, and Gianni grins.

“Maybe.”

“You’ve lost your touch.”

“Nope. I’m just serious about it.”

He wants to say something else, and it’s about me, so I flick my hand up.

“Thread carefully,” I warn him.

“I do. We’re getting there,” he says, no longer smiling, talking about that woman and him.

I’ve never seen more serious about a woman.

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