Page 34 of Mafia King's Forbidden Obsession

It was satisfactory to see Tomasso’s eyes widen in panic. If only he knew the plans I have in store for him.

“Boss…” he swallows when he sees me, clasping shaky palms and tucking them between his thighs like a coward. “I…I…” he lowers his head in shame.

Stopping right in front of him, I shove my hand in my pocket while Elio retrieves the phone from the ground. He would go through it for any substantial info.

“Tomasso, is it?” I tilt my head to the side, taking slow steps towards him. The bastard is quiet. It makes me angrier.

With a nod, I motion to one of the men. He approaches Tomasso and drives a fist to the betrayer’s face. Tomasso lets out a scream like a pussy, blood oozing from his busted lips.

Taking out my hands, I fold them over my chest and put a foot forward. “I ask, you answer. That’s the way it works. Now, try again.”

“Sì, Boss (Yes).Sono Tomasso(I am Tomasso),” Tomasso responds. His voice is surprisingly smooth compared to his body vibrating in fear. He doesn't bother to wipe his busted lips.

I smile at him. “Do you know how much trouble you are in?”

He doesn't let me continue. “Boss…” he mumbles, a few drops of blood spilling from his lips onto the ground as he does so. “This is a mistake.”

A strained chuckle escapes my lips. “Well, we are about to find out.”

I bring my fists to my sides, closing the small distance between us. Before I grab his neck, Elio interrupts.

“Boss?” He moves towards me, stretching the phone as if in disbelief. “It’s clean…the phone.”

Tomasso’s head shoots up, his face relaxing a tad bit. He seems to have his game up to easily wiggle out in case he gets caught.

Not taking my eyes off Tomasso, I tell Elio, “Give him the phone.”

Elio does not question me, even though my request puzzles him− and Tomasso. He does as I say.

“Call them. Set up a meeting.” I take a few steps back, digging my hands into my pocket with gritted teeth. I want to know who he is working for, the coward who is out to destroy my empire.

Sweat breaks out on the rat’s forehead. Out of the corner of my eyes, I see Elio hide a smirk.

“No…I can’t. They’ll kill me.” He strains, palms clasped together in a pleading motion before him.

The act irritates me. “And I will dismember you limb by limb!” I deadpan. His fucking audacity to think this is a negotiation.

At my threat, I catch the fight leaving his body. He’s done, and he knows it.

I say nothing but hold his stare with my hard, livid one.

Elio shoves the phone back into Tomasso’s hand. “Call them,” he growls.

Tomasso hesitates, his eyes darting between us. Then his eyes flick down to his waist just as he drops the phone. In a quick, desperate move, he pulls a small blade from his pocket.

“Tomasso!” Elio lunges, but it’s too late.

The knife plunges deep into Tomasso’s neck, a strangled gasp escaping him as blood pours out, soaking his shirt. He collapses, clutching his stomach.

Fuck!

“Shit!” Elio curses, dropping to his knees, then hurriedly pressing his hands to the wound. “We need to get him inside!”

His going this far as to not reveal who he works for tells me all I need to know. Without wasting time, I bark orders. “Get him to the stitch room. And bring Raven. Now!”

They move fast, hauling Tomasso’s almost limp body inside and up the stairs. I follow closely behind, my frustration rising with each step I take. It’s like just when I'm at the edge of a breakthrough, something fucking happens, but there’s no time to brood on that now.

My in-house doctor is always just a phone call away. But this time, it’s different. The situation is critical, and I know it will take my cartel's doctor some time to arrive. We don’t have the luxury of waiting. I can see the blood pooling beneath him, dark and thick, every heartbeat echoing in my ears as I glance down at Tomasso.

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