Page 9 of Mob Princess

I walked to our bedroom door and threw it open, looking at the small, stout lady who stood there. Her hazel eyes contrasted her olive skin and the downturn of her lips told me she wasn’t happy with the situation she just walked into. She wasn’t the only one, though. I made a mental note to leave her a larger tip for having to come around in the middle of the day, but I needed her to get to doing her damn job. I needed this place cleaned up just in case someone heard the ruckus and decided to ask for a welfare check up here.

Because while I had paid off the owner of this complex to keep his mouth shut, it wasn’t as if I’d paid off the individual tenants living beneath me.

My eye twitched. “What is it?”

Her eyes raked down my body. “You need a doctor.”

“Yes, I know.”

“I’ll call the doctor.”

I nodded then thought again. “Not yet. What’s the message?”

The maid tipped her head to the side and gave him a frank, disapproving look. “Didn’t take much for him to talk.”

“And?”

She paused. “Pava has a hit out on her.”

I closed the door and I turned to look back at Bonnie

Rage lit her eyes.

Guess that isn’t something that came up at lunch.

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