Page 98 of Mob Queen

Frankie did fill me in with the fact Elena’s father killed Frankie’s. “It probably does.” Elena slumps her shoulders and sinks into the chair. “He was horrible.”

I suspect she’s talking about her father, but, I could be wrong. “Who?”

“My father. My brother would try to protect me, but my father hated me from the moment I was born.” She has a brother? Why hasn’t she reached out to him? Why is she here with Frankie, her father’s enemy?

“Why?”

“Because I’m female and not another male heir. He wanted only boys. It’s why he killed my mother.”

What the fuck? “Your father killed your mother?” I ask, incredulous.

She nods as she stares at her glass of water. “He killed her after I was born.” She lifts her eyes. “He made it no secret that she deserved to die because of my gender. He said he wanted to kill me too, but then decided I might be useful when I hit a certain age.”

“Useful?” This is a life I know very little about. The whole mafia lifestyle is foreign to me.

“He decided to keep me so he could marry me off and form a strong alliance.” She purses her lips together. “But no one wanted me.” Elena’s chin quivers as she lifts her head to look at me. “Probably because I’m ugly.”

She’s anything but ugly. Although, it feels creepy me even thinking that, especially considering she’s fifteen years my junior. “You’re not,” I say in an attempt to give her some confidence.

“He’s not a nice man.”

“I wouldn’t think nice would be an option in this lifestyle.”

“Don DeLuca is... kind.” I can’t help but chuckle when Elena uses an alternate adjective. “Her father was always nice. I’ve met a lot of heads of families, and most have shown me kindness. Some...” Elena intakes a shaky breath. “Not so much.”

“You could always go to the police,” I say.

It’s her turn to chuckle. “If I wanted to end up dead, sure, that’s exactly what I could do. But, corruption travels deep in the veins of those who are supposed to protect us. Although I hated my life, I still want the chance to see if it gets better.” How heartbreakingly sad. “Since I left my father, my life is looking up. I’m grateful to Don DeLuca for giving me shelter and food. She didn’t have to do that, but she’s a kind person.”

Kind isn’t the word I’d use to describe Frankie. “She has her good days.”

Elena snorts as a wide smile cracks. She stands and pushes in her chair. “This is a world were loyalty means everything, yet nothing all at the same time. All I wanted was my father to tell me he loved me, so I did everything he wanted. If he wanted to marry me off, I would’ve let him.” A humorless laugh escapes her. “But not once did he ever say he loved me, or show me any kindness.” She lifts her head and I see her chin quivering. “Don DeLuca’s actions speak louder than any of the nasty words my father yelled at me.” She reaches for her glass and gives me a slight nod. “My apologies for disrupting your dinner. Good night, Mr. Miller.” Elena falls into the shadows of the night, retreating to her room.

I look at the plate of food in front of me, and lift my fork to pick at it. Elena is certainly an interesting young woman.

* * *

It’s nearly one in the morning and I’m working on my laptop in bed. Frankie has yet to arrive, and although I know she can handle herself, I’m also worried about her.

I keep looking toward the door, hoping for Frankie’s safe arrival.

It’s not long after one that the door opens, and Frankie waltzes into the room. “You’re still awake?” she asks.

I quickly scan her body, and breathe out a relieved breath when I see she’s unharmed. “Is everything okay?”

Frankie strips and the moment my eyes land on her bruised body, my cock twitches. She looks down at her body, then back to me. “Admiring your handiwork, are you?” Frankie turns to show me the brilliant colors on and around her ass. “I’m particularly fond of these.” She runs her hand over the globe of her ass.

“Pain slut,” I say.

“Better believe it.” She crawls up on the bed, pushes my laptop to the side and straddles my thighs. “I’d fuck you tonight, but...” She rocks back and forth causing a delicious friction between us. I grab hold of her fleshy hips and dig my fingers into them. Frankie leans forward and whispers, “I don’t feel like it.” She climbs off of me and saunters into the bathroom.

“You’re going to put me in an early grave!”

She pops her head out and winks. “You can count on that.” Frankie disappears again and I’m left a hard cock and balls that are going to explode.

“Prick tease.”

I hear her laugh, then the shower turns on.

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