Page 4 of The #2 Guy

“He’s not a good man.”

“You sure about that? From what I know, he treated you like his queen. He and Roque took a trip to the diamond district in New York before shit went sideways. Heard he bought the biggest diamond they had… for you…”

“I could never be with him.”

“He could never be with you. I would never be with a woman who betrayed me. You took a bad gamble and lost girl.”

“So what? Is this my new life now? To be kept in your cellar?”

“At least he gave you a life. Let you keep it.”

“Johnny lives?”

“It was Roque’s decision.” And with that he puts another set of zip ties around my wrists. The blind fold is next, and all the stars are gone. This is my fate, my new lifetime sentence. I’m not enraged though, after all I knew the risk—the possibility of what would happen to me if I failed. Double-crossing a mafia Don was just plain stupid. I crossed two. Roque Salvatore would relish spilling my blood. Which is why I’m so puzzled that someone chose to let me live. But I’ve never been one to cower or back down from a fight. I guess my life underground is better than having none.

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