Page 111 of My Mafia Queen
I click my tongue and shake my head.
“It’s not about trusting her. I need to learn more about her. And then I need to know if anyone’s using her to fuck with me. Too much of this shit revolves around her, and while I’m convinced she has nothing to do with it, I don’t like that people are using her.”
He sucks in a strained breath.
“Okay. Then things are good,” he says, lowering himself into an armchair.
Our eyes connect.
“You seem relieved,” I say.
“I am.”
The silence thickens in the room.
“I don’t want anything bad to happen,” he says after staring blankly at the coffee table.
“That’s not up to us,” I mutter. “We can only do our best. Everything else is a matter of fate.”
He says nothing.
“Speaking of fate…” I continue. “What happened to that woman?”
He lifts his gaze to me.
“Which one?”
A smile tickles my lips.
“Which one?”
He laughs, and then he doesn’t.
“I broke up with her.”
“Why? You didn’t like her?”
“I did. That’s why I broke up with her. I didn’t want this life for her.”
His confession makes me freeze.
“No offense, Boss.”
“No offense taken. What did she say?”
He breathes a sad chuckle.
“She didn’t like it. And she cursed me. She said she wanted me dead. I said her wish would be granted sooner or later. I haven’t heard from her since.”
Neither of us smiles.
What he says stands true for him and me and every other man living this life. It comes with a horrible price, and sooner or later, we’ll all be paying it.
I wish I had something nice to say, but I’m at a loss for words, so I push out of my seat and head toward the exit, digging inside my jacket and looking for a cigarette.
“I’m upstairs if anyone is looking for me,” I say before pushing through the door and walking away.
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