I Sold Out a Mafia Boss

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finger wags at Lana, who is still bound in the chair, with red wrists from the tight ropes.

hair. Lana flinches, and her eyes widen in f

ucking lia

to regain that cool control I'm known for. I lo

comes out. She's too stunned,

," I tell her, with my ga

ing of her jaw. She's hiding something, prote

when she asks, "What

yes. "That's none of y

lways been jealous of me," she says defensively. "Of course, she has s

quite the comedian. "Alma d

free

ing held. Luca asked who was calling, but Alma was reluctant. So Luca, being the brute that he is, took her phone by force." I pause, savorin

den as the p

ere insignificant details about you. Like your government name and your address. Alma didn't have shitty things

perate scramble for an escape, a way out of t

ned to solve. She thinks she can hold out, keep her secrets tucked away. But I'm a pa

and my eyes rake over her tied-up form, noting the way her fitted jogging clothes hug

way, heading

your girl, even if I'm the one who sold you out, why are

nough to see her from the corner of my eye.

othes. Those tight little jogging clothes are turning me on, and I'd rather not do the thi

ce, but I don't care. Let her stew in her fear a

behind me. She thought she could outsmar

n this

back at it. Lana fucking Denver. She has no i

pocket and dial Luca. H

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for Lana," I order, w

at s

king sexy, Luca. Anything sexy will s

les. "Alrig

the backseat of my car. The driver is already waitin

her, Angelo, on the line. H

do," he

getting straight to the p

he 35 missing girls. The fucking senators' daughter. The whole

e?" he

diner on Fille Royale,

ntonella spoke

n of her name. "Her father wants a mee

ngelo clicks his tongue. "We already put

nts answers." M

replies without hesitation.

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ows the game just as well as I do. We

an hour," I say

t, with my fingers tap

means he's either desperate o

that tonight, w

ends. No

and think about what she's done. Bec