Page 8 of My Mafia Queen

“Let’s go,” he says firmly, suddenly sounding pissed.

We barely spin toward the door to walk to my room when his phone rings.

He answers the call, and I freeze as he gestures at me to stay put.

“Uh-huh,” he says, a frown marring his brow. “Right,” he adds in a clipped voice. “Get everybody ready. I’m on my way.”

He ends the call and slides his phone into his pocket.

“Change of plans. You’ll have to wait,” he says. “I need to take care of something first,” he mutters, his jaw locked.

Whatever he needs to take care of is seemingly not a good thing.

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DAMASO

I pushthe door open and swing it so hard it hits the wall with a loud bang.

“Lock the room,” I say, and Louie does exactly that. “Where did you find him?” I ask, looking at Vito.

A gagged man sits in a chair in the middle of the room.

This is the last thing I wanted to deal with tonight.

“Someone tipped me off this fucker had exited Boris's hotel room a couple of nights before.”

A fucking rat.

“Remove the tape.”

The man already has a bloodied face, and his lips are swollen.

“Give me a reason not to kill you,” I say.

“I didn’t do anything––”

My hands dive to his neck so violently that his chair hits the wall, and he screams before I have the chance to do anything to him.

“I said I needed a reason not to kill you.”

At this point is hard to convince anyone they won’t lose their lives.

There is no turning back in this life. You can’t betray us and stay alive. That can’t happen. What I don’t know is why he is so afraid.

He has nothing to lose.

He’s made sure of that.

“I’ll give you the chance to go out honorably,” I say, stating the truth. “To do that, I need some answers, motherfucker. Why did you go there? Did he pay you?”

“No.”

“Blackmail you?”

“No.”

“Why? I don’t understand.”

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