Page 28 of Mafia King's Forbidden Obsession

I make my way through the corridors to the office. My men are almost done moving the repackaged heroin to the delivery vans, and satisfaction washes over me. Evening is fast approaching and I feel some type of anticipation that our operation will be taking off soon.

Like everywhere else, the office is dark, laced with the stench of activities going on outside. I pass the bodyguards at the entrance and see Agent Miller on the chair opposite the desk. He’s in his usual white shirt, black pants, and a black baseball cap.

When I reach him, he’s looking down at the floor, his fingers tapping his crossed arm.

“Miller,” I acknowledge, nodding when I take my seat. He lifts his head and acknowledges my presence with a bow.

“We’ve got a problem.” He cuts straight to the point. He doesn’t need to say it twice, bad news is written all over his pale face.

I only hope what he wants to say is not as unsettling as he looks.

Without glancing away from him, I say, “Leave.” I wave at the men at the door. They nod sharply with a curt bow before leaving. Elio remains, of course.

“Go on, then,” I urge the agent when we are alone.

He rubs his hands against each other tightly, his facial expression morphing into concern.

“There is a new task force in the Drug Enforcement Agency. Their mission is to take down the cartels…”

His words hang in the air as I study him. Miller is a trusted agent and has been with me for half the time I became the don. Not once has he failed…or stalled in his job, and I wonder what’s different now.

I scoff and interject, “Why are you telling me this?”

He should know better than to bring problems to me. It’s what I pay him for.

He shakes his head and rises to his feet, adjusting the waistband of his pants. “You don’t understand,” he starts. “The head of the task force… he is untouchable.”

“Nobody is untouchable.”

Tilting my head at him, I shoot him a questioning stare. I already have a sense of where this is heading, and the urge to take a drag overwhelms me. Still, I keep my face neutral.

Miller’s discomfort at the situation is apparent from the way his one hand lifts his cap and the other wipes perspiration that has gathered on his forehead. “This one is clean. He can’t be bought, bribed, or blackmailed.” His voice rises a notch. “He’sgot nothing to hide. They will be on you like a hawk the moment you make a move.”

On me?This is one of the few cases where I have someone in the force on me.

“Does this mean you’re unfit for your job?” I grit my teeth at him.

He grips the edge of the desk before flattening his palm against his dark hair. He’s distressed… very. I’ve never seen him like this.

“The task head is the assistant director in charge. That title means a senior executive position within the Federal Bureau of Investigation,” he sighs, holding my gaze. “The FBI is involved now. It's not that easy.”

My attention peaks at this. Of course, it’s a fucking joint operation between the FBI and Drug Enforcement Agency. I open the drawer in the side of the desk and bring out a lighter and cigarette.

I watch Miller scrunch his nose slightly when I light it and take a drag. Only one thing bothers me with this information. Is this related to Russo? Or is it a mere coincidence? I highly doubt that.

“So what do you suggest?” I tighten my fingers on the cigarette.

“That you stop all operations for now.”

As fast as he says the words, I rise to my feet and slam my fist on the desk. Miller winces, and from my peripheral vision, I see Elio’s posture stiffen.

“Impossible.” I hold his gaze, clenching my teeth.

“I- I know this is hard for you but you can’t undertake any mission now. The task head is on the lookout. He has men at every border, and it’s going to be the new normal from now on. It’s too risky for you… for your men.”

My breathing becomes hard as I turn my head skywards before turning my back to him. “Fuck!”

I can’t be stopped. I shouldn’t be… not now that I have an important deal with the Canadians.

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