Page 84 of Mob Princess

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Israel

“Bonnie?”I asked, not quite believing what I was seeing.

She peeked over her shoulder. “Hey.”

I saw her two black eyes, and I promptly looked down at Pava. “I hope your wife is prepared to die for one of those bruises.”

He grinned. “She’s prepared to die for anything. That was part of our wedding vows.”

Bonnie sneered. “You’re disgusting; you know that?”

I held up my hand. “Bonnie, take a break.” Mostly, I needed her to take a couple of steps back. The only reason she was still holding the gun so close to Pava’s head was because the man was allowing it. The question was why.

Pava chuckled. “Yeah, Bonnie. Take a breath.”

I knew there was something wrong when I siphoned his money into my own accounts and Pava didn’t call me out on it. I had an inkling there was something afoot when I emptied the bank account he filled up at the beginning of all this and I wasn’t called out on it. But in all my days, I never expected to find Bonnie holding a gun to his damn head. Both Pava and his wife had their hands tied behind their back. They sat in comfortable chairs in what looked to be a reading room, with books settled in their rightful spaces along the inset bookshelves. It was a sight to behold, and it made me wonder just how much I had been underestimating Bonnie this entire time.

This was my chance, though. My chance to get everything I could recorded.

So, I switched my tactics around a bit. “Well, since you’re here, I might as well ask you some questions of my own.” I picked up a chair and swung it around before I sat in front of Pava.

“Bonnie, keep that gun steady but take six steps back. And if I give the command, pull the trigger.”

Pava barked with laughter. “Good luck. She couldn't even kill the guard downstairs before she got up here.”

Bonnie took the steps backward. “I didn’t need to. I promised him a job working with the Rossi family once we settle this. I hope that’s okay.”

That was quick thinking on her feet. “I’ll find a place for him. It’s fine.”

Pava’s face reddened. “What the fuck do you want?”

I held out my arms. “A conversation. That’s all.”

“Well, whatever it is you’re seeking, I don’t have it.”

“Oh, I really think you do, though.”

He bared his teeth. “Ask me anything you want, but I’m not going to answer.”

I crossed my leg over my knee. “Fair enough. Did you kill Bonnie’s parents?”

“Yes, he did,” Bonnie said. “He admitted it to me in the basement.”

Pava smiled. “No. I didn’t.”

Bonnie gasped. “Yes, you did!”

I held up my hand. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Let me handle this.”

Pava’s face fell. “What did you just call her?”

I folded my hands in my lap. “Did you arrange to have them killed?”

“No,” he said.

“Did you play any part in how they died?”

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