Page 165 of My Mafia Queen

Back then, he thought I was a silly girl. And I still believed he was a dummy jerk.

Our true colors came through, and we’re not fooling anyone at this point.

I tilt my head back and arch my spine, waiting for the door to push open.

Footsteps echo around the house, and before long, the two other men assume their positions.

I don’t know what this is, but it looks like an ambush to me.

“Do you see Salla?” Anthony asks just as the footsteps stop outside in front of the door.

Everybody’s looking in that direction.

From where I stand, I see no one, and then a big blast shudders the house, and chaos ensues.

The noise is deafening, and I can tell it’s coming from the front entrance.

Voices bark and people move quickly while Anthony pulls me to the side, almost toppling me over.

“Move,” he says, while bullets start flying, and I duck down despite what he says. “Move,” he barks again while smoke fills the kitchen, and I start coughing, my eyes tearing up.

What the fuck?

I expect him to put a bullet in my brain when someone yanks him away and throws him across the room.

I fall next to the kitchen counter and try hard to pull my hands out of my restraints when Damaso gets his hands on Anthony again, lifts him up, yanks his weapon away, and hits him in the face with his gun.

A few more men enter the space and I quickly realize Anthony had more men in the house.

Damaso pulls the trigger, and a couple of them fall to the ground while Vito spins to face the others, outstretching his arms and pointing his guns at them.

“Bring him in,” Damaso orders, and the back door opens, and a man with a tattooed head walks in, shackled.

Anthony lies on the ground, groaning, while Vito grabs the tattooed man, who can only be Anthony’s boss, Joe Lizard.

Damaso cocks his gun.

“On your knees,” he barks, and the windows shudder.

As dangerous as he looks, the man falls to his knees, and no one dares to move in the room.

“Tell them to drop the weapons,” Damaso says, and the man quickly gives the order.

Damaso’s men lower their guns as well.

Besides Vito, three other men are part of his crew.

Besides Anthony and Joe Lizard, I count three other men.

Three more are dead on the floor. Anthony is still moving, but his face is covered in blood.

“Who paid you to do this?” Damaso asks, pointing his gun at Joe’s head.

The man on his knees lifts his gaze.

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know who paid you?”

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