Sold To The Mafia Boss

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head, and the more I thought about it, the more my blood boiled. My informant's words had been clear-our

But even as I lit the cigar and took a few slow puffs, the anger simmered just beneath the surfac

he route, the timing, the security. It was all handled qui

aking with anger as I dialed M

h the door. He was quick, I'll give him tha

moment he was inside. "How did they kn

is hands clasped in front of him. "Boss, it was

ng this for years. Nothing is supposed to catch us off gu

. We kept everything the way we always do. The only people

gs as I tried to make sense of it all. How could they have known

my voice cold. "Someone's

se, but he didn't argue. "You think

down. "We were careful, Matteo. We didn't let anyone outside the c

owly as he processed the thought. "I'll start looki

care who it is. I don't care how long they've

d of person we were up against. The rival family had been gunning for us for years

e. "But maybe you should take a step

im. "You want me to take a step back?

a help us figure this out. We'll find the rat. But for tonight, maybe we just need

g away from him a

on't we head out there for a bit? Blow off some steam. Yo

n, but Matteo had a point. I was angry-too angry to think straight. My fists clenched at my sid

," I muttered

rst time we've been hit. We'll bounce back, like we always do. But if you keep g

in my shoulders. He wasn't wrong. I needed to think clea

after a momen

I could see the relief in his

. The tension was still there, still coiled tight in my chest, but maybe a night ou

, and that was something I didn't forgive. The night out might help me cool off, but it wouldn't change th

out of the office. "We'll head out th

this. The club could wait-just for a few hours. But after th

never

to step beside me. "We'll get through this, b

n't a