Page 85 of Mob Princess

“Not one single bit.”

Bonnie sniffled. “You’re lying, and you know it!”

I looked up at her. “Bonnie, my love. You really need to take a deep breath.”

Pava lunged at me. “What the fuck did you call her?”

My eyebrows rose wondering just how far he’d take the chair. “You don’t like that, do you? That I could get one of your family members to love a monster like me. What you didn’t count on, though, were my emotions in the matter. What it might do to me and how I might end up feeling.”

Pava sank into his chair, confused.

I slowly stood and stalked over to him.

“Israel?” Bonnie asked softly.

I put my hands on my knees and dipped down, careful to stay out of Bonnie’s shot as I gazed into Pava’s furious glare. “I’m really glad to know you didn’t kill Bonnie’s parents because I think I’ve figured out who has. And I have to admit that kill is going to give them a lot of street credit. It takes balls to kill off someone like that. To pay off police officers and make it look like an accident when we all know it was anything but.”

“What?” Bonnie asked.

I shot her a look.

She frowned but slowly nodded, finally jumping on board with me.

“Who the hell’s claiming responsibility for that?” Pava demanded.

His wife whispered something to him, but I didn’t catch it. And it didn’t matter. Because I knew this man’s pride and hubris would bury him before we ever could.

I shrugged. “Why do you care? Now, you can avoid all the heat that would’ve dropped down onto your shoulders and, well, Carmela Esposito—”

“You really think the Esposito's carried out that hit?” Pava demanded, spittle flying from his lips. “You really think that’s what happened?”

“It’s the only logical explanation at this point. Also, it’s the word on the street. We all know you wouldn’t kill your only brother. I mean, come on. You’re not that good at what you do.”

He lunged at me, his chair almost tipping over. “That’s what you think. That’s what you all think. But you rest assured I did pull that off.”

“Pava, shut up,” his wife bellowed.

“I killed that man and his wife. And Bonnie should’ve been with them that night. All of them should’ve been in that car, except my wimpy brother had to go and make it a bullshit date night. I swear to fuck, it took me forever to get that damn bomb built.”

“Bomb?” Bonnie asked.

I grinned. “I never thought you’d be so intelligent as to craft your own bomb, Pava.”

He chuckled maniacally. “Make my own? Hell, no! I outsourced that shit. But you’ll never be able to prove it. I destroyed all the contracts. I took care of all the recordings. I paid police officers so well that most of them have already retired and moved out of the country to live there on my dime. And if it hadn’t been for that pathetic, fat-ass wife of his, my plan would’ve gone off without a hitch.”

“So, you did kill your brother. And his wife.”

Pava snarled. “And I’d do it again to usurp his business in a heartbeat. What that man built has made me richer than I ever could’ve made myself. You’ve dug yourself a hole you can’t fill, Israel. You’ve messed with the wrong man. And once I’m out of these ropes, the first head I’m staking on my property is yours.”

I leaned away with a hiss. “That’s what I thought. Bonnie?”

“Yes?” she asked weakly.

“You can drop the gun. Though, don’t set it down. You might need it.”

Pava blinked. “Wait, what?”

I plucked the recording device from my pocket, and I watched the man’s face go white as a sheet.

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