Page 40 of Dirty Mafia Torment
“He punched me.” Fina wiggles a finger at my father’s main man, who is slowly regaining consciousness.
I wind my foot up and ruthlessly kick him in the side, causinghim to curl up like a little baby. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Fina’s smirk.
“Enough,” my father orders, glaring at me, then Fina. “I’ll ask again. Explain yourself.”
“I was just taking a walk.”
“Around my fucking golf course in high heels?” he snarls.
My eyes drop to her mud-caked pink heels. Proof that, yeah, that’s exactly what she’d been doing. Snooping. Again.
Surprise, surprise.
“You’ve had a busy day, at my expense.”
Oh shit. He knows about the money.
She holds her ground, not giving anything away. “I strive to make the most of my time.”
“And you’re wasting mine,” he snaps. “Why were you and your father walking the estate?”
“The air’s fresher than in Los Angeles.”
A flash of admiration crosses his features, though Fina wouldn’t recognize it. “Did you find what you were looking for?”
She shrugs.
“Cazzo. Accardo has his hands full.”
Pain flashes across her face, but she tries to hide it by wiping her bloody lip with the back of her hand. The thought of marrying some repulsive old man who smells like fish and probably ruts like a pig must scare the hell out of her.
I broke my promise.
I’m the biggest asshole alive.
My gaze falls on her pink cheeks and bruised lips.
She won’t even look at me.
Written me off, hasn’t she?
“Call the goddamn doctor. Have him check her out.” Then my father addresses a second guard. “Help her up.”
“Touch me,” Fina grinds out, “and you’ll get the same treatment as every other manhandling prick in my life.”
She gets an A-plus for bravery, though an F-minus for getting caught.
The guard steps forward, but I quickly position myself in-between them. Getting her out of this room and away from my father is the safest bet. “Hurt her, and I’ll chop off your fingers, then, one by one, shove them down your throat. Capisci?”
His eyes widen in alarm and surprise. Unlike my brother, it’s not every day I threaten my father’s men.
I relax when he nods.
He offers her a hand up, but she refuses it and stands on her own. Chin held high, she stalks toward the door, brushing by me like I’m invisible, like I’m a worthless piece of shit. The guard trails behind her.
“Find her father and question him,” my father orders the asshole who only now has shaken off the haze.
Fina stops in her tracks.
