Page 162 of My Mafia Queen

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DAMASO

I don’t move,and for sure, I don’t express a damn thing while thoughts zip through my head.

Is he bluffing?

How can he have Carmina?

Was he stupid enough to have his men follow Louie? Did they get into my hotel in Las Vegas?

Was there a fight I don’t know about?

This makes no sense.

So many things don’t make sense right now, but one thing is for sure.

I believe him.

A flicker of hope that he can walk out of here alive colors his gaze.

He wouldn’t bet on that had he not had Carmina.

“It’s true, man,” Joe says.

“Put the phone down.”

“What?”

“Put it down,” I bark.

“Can I give my man instructions?”

If the situation weren’t so dire, I’d laugh.

Joe Lizard is now asking for permission?

No matter what big blob of vicious cruelty a man is, it all turns to nothing when he meets someone who fucks with him.

I gesture at his phone.

“Talk,” I say.

He focuses on the person at the other end of the line.

“We’ll pick her up. I have a guest,” Joe says, and I smack him upside the head.

The phone call ends.

“Do you know where she is?” I ask.

He nods.

They must’ve set her up.

“Is she here in LA?” I ask as if this makes any sense.

He nods again.

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