Page 88 of Mob Queen

Fucking pig. He deserves a hell of a lot worse than drowning.

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I can’t shake this feeling of repulsion. Primo has tainted by name. Not like it’s not already smeared, but human trafficking is my hard limit. Dad and I agreed when I came on as his underboss that we would never cross that line.

Kiddy porn, and human trafficking are our limits.

And now Primo has been running his own operation of the things we stand against.

“You okay, boss?” Dario asks as we head toward home.

“Fine,” I snap with finality.

The rest of the drive goes by in complete silence. The moment I’m home, I head over to the liquor cabinet and grab a bottle of scotch and make my way toward my office. Elena is at the dining table nibbling on a midnight snack. She sees me and her eyes widen with fear. “Sorry,” she murmurs and stands to her feet.

“Stay.” I gesture with a simple hand movement. Elena diverts her gaze to the plate in front of her. “Hungry?” I take a swig from the bottle. Her body tenses with her shoulders curving forward. “Are you doing okay?”

“Yes, ma’am- ah, Frankie,” she quickly corrects. “You’ve been very kind to me. Thank you.”

I’ve barely spoken five words to the girl. “Do you need anything?” She shakes her head. “If you do, let me or Rome know. We’ll see to it that you’ll have it.”

“Thank you,” she replies in a frightened voice.

I leave her to finish her snack and head toward my office. I flick on the light, and walk over to my desk, where I plonk down on the seat and take the cap off the scotch. I take another long swig from it then let my head loll back against the chair. “I could do with some help, Dad.” I sit up to take another long drink before smacking the bottle on the desk. The door opens, and Miller walks in. “What?”

His eyes go directly to the bottle, then back to me. “Are you okay?”

I snatch the bottle and bring it to my lips. “Fucking perfect,” I say with heavy sarcasm then take another drink.

“Put the bottle down, Frankie.”

I lower it and tilt my head to the side. “What the fuck did you say to me?” I lift the bottle and bring it to my lips, consuming more in this gulp.

He advances toward my desk, and stretches out his arm to wait for the bottle. “Give it to me.”

“Do you have any idea what I could do to you?”

“Give me the bottle, Frankie.” He jolts his hand closer.

“I could smash this bottle and glass you to death. Do you want that?”

Miller is unrelenting. He’s refusing to back away. He slowly shrugs his shoulders. “Then do it.” He drops his hand and straightens to his full height. “You don’t intimidate me.” I jump to my feet and square off with him.

I snort with irritation. “Sure, I don’t.”

Miller refuses to let this go. “Hand me the damn bottle.”

“Why?” I hold the bottle by the neck, ready to smash it over his head if he tries to take it.

“Because that’s not going to solve your problems. If anything, it’ll make it worse.”

We’re so close that I can feel his body warmth roll over me. Miller is tall, solidly built, and could easily overpower me. But I have ruthlessness on my side, and I could easily kill him. “Why are you doing this?”

“Because your mind is fucked at the moment, and you might do something that you’ll regret.”

I turn down my lips and shake my head. “I’ve never regretted a single action.”

He reaches for the bottle, and takes it from me. “But you might regret this.”

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