Page 9 of My Mafia Queen

“Someone tipped me off that I might find something interesting for you. For my boss, they said.”

I put my hands on my hips, not believing my eyes. Do I have people that stupid in my crew? Do I?

“Who told you that?” I ask, grinding my teeth.

“A woman.”

This can’t be real.

“You got pussy whipped and fell into their trap. For what. For fucking what? What are you to them?”

“That’s exactly what I’d asked her. And that’s why I’d believed her.”

I yank a chair from the side, turn it around and straddle it. My elbows are planted on the back of the chair while I look down, simmering.

“I’m listening. Who told you?”

I look at Vito to signal to one of his men to get ready to go out and pick up that woman. If she is still around, which I doubt.

The man in front of me starts talking.

“Her name is Roxanne. She’s a new dancer.”

“Of course she is.”

“A good-looking woman. Also, a redhead.”

“I had no doubt.”

“She said she knew Boris.”

“Who doesn’t know Boris?”

“There was some bad blood between them…” he says, and my ears perk up.

“Why would he let her come here and dance for us?” I ask. “And who the fuck hired her without vetting her?” I add, looking around the room.

“I’ll check on that,” Gianni says before swiftly leaving the room.

“There was nothing suspicious about her,” the man says quietly. “She came to dance here because she knew Boris hated you. He fucked her and dumped her. She thought she’d get back to you.”

“Did you fuck her?”

He looks at me.

“No.”

I cock an eyebrow at him.

“I swear I didn’t fuck her,” he says.

I flick my hand dismissively.

“Go on.”

“Roxanne said she had a friend who worked at the hotel where Boris stays. The Russian has no idea.”

“Working as in…?”

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