I Sold Out a Mafia Boss

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es snap open, and I sit up, the events o

glancing at the other

ck

tion settling in as the sirens grow louder outside. My jaw t

ucking

nd it shatters against the wall. My fists slam against

and one of my men-Luca-rushes in

ere. They've surrounded the buildi

tart thinking. Running? Like a

y. "I'm no

Cap

th a glare. "Wha

o arrest you

ten, with my teeth grinding together. But even as ange

th, make sure Antonella and the kids are safe. And my mama-get her ou

ke care of it, Capo

grabbing a shirt a

ollar of my shirt. There's no fear in my eyes. Taking a final look,

or filled with indifference. I'm not the kind of man w

, the so-called "golden cop" who's made it

s and eyes circling around me. And there he is-Charles, standing tall and

s says with a fake smile on hi

casual business meeting. I glance a

my establishment," I say with disd

. "Don't bullshit me. I finally cracked the case. Thirty-five of those mis

ch. "I don't know what you're

hotels and resorts in the city. Yeah, that's the story you sell to the

eep my composure. "You think you're untouchable, don't you?" I say with a low

fs. "Ooooh,

s he can come here and challenge me? The arrogance of

tions? I know the law, cop. You can't arrest me without proper representation. And you h

ce of paper. "A warrant," he says, holding it up. "For your arrest. So all those laws you're

I feel the burn of true anger. But I k

girls? Did they get to say yes or no to being kidnapped, to bein

e kind of smile that promises destruction

h handcuffs in one hand. "

officers and the cameras that are undoubtedly

ld out m

ring into his ears. "You have no idea who

und my wrist with an impassive

a's

ch, toying with the little device that caught Rica

golden cop-arrested Ricardo Borrelli, the owner of several prominent hotels and resorts. Borrelli is accused

n my face. Hearing it laid o

ain scarce, but we managed to secure an exclusive inter

standing calmly in front of a

r starts. "How do you always manage to crack the toughest cases? And what makes yo

nk. It's about following the evidence, and in this case, the evidence led us to Mr. Borrelli. I can't speak of the detail

y more. He do

mile is wider. "A man of few words, but what a wond

headlights flashing at me through the living room wi

arking in m

les insisted I keep, with my fingers tightening around it. I mov

harles

gun as I lean against the wall, waitin

key he gave me months ago and steps inside like he owns th

pull apart, he gently closes the door behind him, locking it. His eyes s

the couch. We sit down, and he takes my hand in his. "My

ard and kisses my forehead, the ges

ms dangerous. More powerful than the others I'

me to meet his eyes. "You're mor

still don't believe. "I

"If you're really not comfortable sta

him in disbelief.

ll have to give me three days. I've got some loose e

get to know what living wit