Page 44 of Mafia King


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“Are any of you CPR certified?”

They all look to me with a confused look.

“No.” Stefano answers. “What would be the need for it?”

She scoffs, “What if I need CPR? You are supposed to protect me from dying right? Well not everyone dies in a suspicious manner.”

I pull her closer to me as I try to hide my laugh. She is random.

“Okay fine. What do you do in your free time?”

She points to Matteo.

“I try and get back home to see my mom and sister. When I am not doing that, I play video games.”

I notice the look of pain that passes his face. His dad passed away two years ago. That is the assumption. He was never found. I have my suspicions on who did it, but without proof there was nothing I could do.

“Stefano.”

“I hang out with my men.”

He doesn’t say that he is usually drinking with them then laying pipe with every female that walks into the bar. His eyes take a quick look at her body and I tense. She reaches up without looking at me and lays a hand on my chest.

“What about you, Luca?”

He looks to me as he speaks.

“My whole life is this family. I never have free time because I am always doing what I can for the family.”

The desperation from him concerns me. I take a closer look at him and notice him sweating. Poor sap is nervous. I look down at Sofia. She can intimidate most men. I am not surprise she intimidates Luca.

“Who would you choose, Bash?”

I see the surprise flash on each guys face. They know only those closest to me call me Bash. I curse internally at the message this sends.

“This is your choice, Tesoro.”

I suppose calling her Tesoro doesn’t help either. We are almost acting like a real couple.

“I know, but your input is important. Who would you choose?”

I look down into her eyes as I think over each man.

“Matteo.”

She nods. She walks out of my arms and to Matteo.

“You have the job, Matteo. Looks like we will be getting to know a lot of each other. Be prepared, I like to talk and I have an attitude problem.”

I snort.

“That’s putting it lightly.” I mutter loud enough for her to hear.

“Quiet in the peanut gallery.” She throws a glare over her shoulder.

“It would be my pleasure, Ma’am. You can call me Matt.”

“Okay, Matt. You can call me Sofia or Sof. No need for formalities. We are going to become friends, me and you.”