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Part of me is convinced my father is trying to come up with a reason for why he cheated. I know why he cheated. He wanted to get caught. No one wants to marry a mafia princess. No respectable man would want to marry into my family I was born into. The same family I have been bred to take over someday.
There is a huge difference between the Italian mafia and the Greek mafia. Most of the Italian mafias keep their women out of high ranking roles. The Baros Family accepts the daughter of the capo as long as the high ranking members of the organization agree to it.
Even before starting my own business, I never had any aspirations to take over the family business. I didn’t like the guns, violence and the murder which surround the mafia.
I was about ten years old the first time I actively noticed a member of The Baros Family disappeared. It was one of my favorite drivers and bodyguards, Alexander. Alexander let me get away with just about anything until I turned ten. He took me to my dance classes, after-school dances and friends' houses. We had a good thing going.
It was on a Wednesday morning I realized Alexander wasn’t coming to pick me up. I remember asking my mom where he was and she shook her head to get me to be quiet. The one thing my father hated was being asked questions about his men.
“You slut!” Iago screams from across the lobby of the lodge.
I grimace. The last thing I want is for the whole mountain to hear I just had the best sex of my life. They don’t need to know that.
I wave him off. My thighs are still a little shaky from the orgasms which crashed through my body. “I’m going to bed,” I mutter.
He prances over to me to grab me by my shoulders. “How was he?”
I have two options. I could lie and say we didn’t have sex or I could tell the truth. “He was fucking great!”
Iago smiles a proud smile. “You whore. You make me so proud!”
Chapter Eleven
Octavious
“Did Baros send you?” I growl at the man tied to the chair in front of me in the warehouse off to the side of the main lodge.
“Octavious, I swear! I didn’t know you were taking over the property,” he begs with blood around his mouth from my ring splitting his lip.
I shake my head. “I don’t believe that. I made it clear this was one of the properties The Andino Families operate. Either you’re a rat who was planted here or someone didn’t tell you. My money is on rat.”
Balak caught the sad excuse of a spy sneaking out of the office with several files on his person. The mother fucker was stupid enough to not jam up the security films or anything when he snuck in. Like we wouldn’t have those rooms under lock and key?
What did he steal? He stole all of the financial papers from this year and the past year. The only person who could have wanted that was Baros who was probably planning a coup.
That rat bastard. I’m going to enjoy burying him.
“Why else would you want the paperwork you were stealing?” Balak asks with his brass knuckles gleaming in the light of the warehouse.
One of the ways you can tell if someone is working with the mafia is by their outer buildings. Most people who have affiliations have outer buildings and this lodge isn’t an exception.
The man clams up. “Not much to say?” I taunt. My fist flies into his stomach.
The man grunts and spits blood off to the side. “Whatever you’re going to do to me is nothing compared to what Alki would do to me. He would fuck up my life. I can’t do that.”
I smirk. I love it when I’m compared to other bosses in the families. This slimy asshole is working my last nerve. My high from fucking Vera is slowly dissipating.
I form a fist and swing it against the man’s mouth. His head rolls back in a satisfying swing.
The man’s head sways back to look at me with a determined smile. “I knew you were going to beat me. Baros knew it, too.”
“What were you going to do with this paperwork?” I ask. My patience is running thin and I’m ready to just cap this dick to get it over with.
No matter what, the man in front of me tied to the chair in front of me is going to die a horrible death. Either I’m going to end him or Alki is going to end him. If I do it, I’m going to make it slow to prove a point. I don’t know what Baros would do, but I can assure you he wouldn’t let him live.
“I’m not telling you shit.”
I nod one time towards Balak. Balak’s eyes are lighted up with sick pleasure. The man loves to be a sadist. He’s a sick bastard.
