Page 71 of Mob Princess

Israel turned a pointed look at his brother.

Giovanni shook his head. “Look, it doesn’t matter. I stumbled upon this recorded phone call—”

“Who was I talking to, then? Hmm? Why can’t you hear another voice?” I asked.

“Enough!” Israel bellowed.

We both looked at him as he stepped away from the nook.

“I need some time to think,” he murmured.

“Israel, wait,” I said.

“Of course, brother. Whatever you need,” Giovanni said with a smug smirk.

I wanted to wring the man’s fucking throat. I wanted to slaughter him where he stood. But I kept my eyes on Israel as he walked out of the kitchen, leaving this python and me alone. Together. With knives surrounding us.

I’m good with knives.

Giovanni chuckled. “Once Israel kicks you out, I’m sending you back to your uncle. He’s been waiting for you, you know.”

I nodded slowly. “You don’t want to kill me to get me out of the picture, so you’re going to let him do that. Wonderful. Coward.”

“You know damn good and well your uncle’s been waiting for this moment. Why would I rob him of the vengeance he deserves?”

I looked up at him. “Tell me, were you wire-tapping my phone? Did you have recording devices placed in this penthouse? Because I’d really like to know how many hours’ worth of footage you had to comb through to come up with that fifteen-second piece of shit.”

“Doesn’t matter. You’re going back to your uncle. Your death warrant just needs to be signed. And once I hand you over, everything can go back to normal.”

I shook my head. “Doesn’t shock me that you’re working with Pava, you know.”

He made a comic sad face. “It’s time for you to come with me.”

“I beg your pardon?”

He gripped my arm. “You’re coming with me. Israel’s going to want you out of his place immediately.”

I fought against him. “I’m not going anywhere until he comes down here and tells me to get out himself.”

“Get up, you stupid bitch.”

“Israel,” I called. He couldn’t really be so upset that’d let his brother take me away to be murdered. Help!”

“I said, get up!”

When he wrenched me out of my seat, I yelled at the top of my lungs. Hoping and praying, that Israel would come to my rescue, that he would come to his senses. That he helped me instead of throwing me to the damn dogs as he’d always done. But no matter how hard I screamed and no matter how hard I fought, Giovanni got me into the elevator.

I wouldn’t let him take me down, though. I wouldn't let his asshole come in and destroy something I had worked so hard to obtain.

I won’t let you down again, Israel. I promise.

And the second those elevator doors opened, I punched Giovanni straight in the dick.

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