Page 74 of Mob Queen

“Talking about the girl and the politician,” G says.

“What about the girl?” Rome’s voice is hard.

I abandon the laptop for a moment and sit back in my seat as G answers Rome. “She and the politician would be better off not being around us. Especially considering the girl is an Augusta.” G looks to me and raises his brows. “I can take care of both problems.”

“No,” Rome says with force. “You’re not doing anything.” Interesting. My brother has a soft spot for the girl.

“She’s a liability,” G adds. “As is the politician.”

I flick a look to Rome whose jaw is set with tension, and his eyes are wide with fury. “I said no,” Rome replies. “Nothing happens to the girl.”

“She can’t stay here,” G replies.

“She’s not going anywhere,” Rome argues.

“She can cause trouble just because of her name. Do you really want to bring all the other families here on our doorstep, Frank? I can tell you right now, it would be a war not only between us and the Augustas but think about the Saccos and the Venanzis. We don’t interfere with family. That’s something the four families have always agreed to.”

“I don’t give a fuck about what everyone agreed to.” The vein in Rome’s neck strain. “She’s not being sent anywhere.”

G stands to his feet and advances toward Rome. This will end badly for the both of them. “I ?”

“Enough,” I say, barely above a whisper. They both pause and look to me. “Neither the girl nor the politician is going anywhere.”

“What the fuck, Frank? Have we turned into a halfway house?”

“Enough,” I repeat silencing G.

“Frankie ?”

I shift my gaze to my brother and arch a brow. “I said, enough. The politician isn’t going to be a problem, and the girl, she’s a just a scared, knocked-up kid. Let’s find out why she’s on the streets to start with and we’ll go from there. But no harm will come to either of them.” I look to Rome who nods once, then to G, waiting for his confirmation.

G licks his lips and shakes his head. “This is a mistake.”

“If you don’t like it, then you can fuck off,” Rome says.

I slam my hands on the table just as G turns to swing at Rome. Both stop and look at me. “You, go and calm the fuck down.” I point to Rome.

“But?”

“Go.” I slam my hand on the table again. I’m two seconds from killing my own brother because he’s being a dick. Rome flicks his gaze between G and me several times before leaving the office. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Me? You’re thinking with your pussy and he’s thinking with his dick. You’re both putting this family at risk.” G paces in front of my desk and runs his hand through his hair. “Your father would’ve had them both taken care of.”

“I’m not my father,” I say.

“Clearly,” G scoffs.

“Do you have a problem with that? If so, I can easily find a new position for you.” I round the desk and stand in front of G.

“We’re fucking family, Frank.”

“Yes, we are. We don’t kill innocents just because they don’t align with our plans. Instead, we regroup and see if and how they can fit into our dynamic. If they don’t or won’t then we...” I pause and lower my chin. “Then we take care of it.”

“What about Rome? He seems quite taken by the girl.”

Yeah, about that. “He’ll understand, business is business.”

G sighs and shakes his head. “I hope you know what you’re doing, Frank because this could end up badly, for all of us.”

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