Page 55 of Mafia King


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My heart stutters. He is going to leave me unprotected. The fear I usually don’t feel sneaks up.

“No.” I whisper.

“I am serious Sof. You came to me two days ago and asked me to pull them from you. If you truly believe it is what is best for you, I will do it. What do you want me to do?”

I think about his words. If he had asked me this two days ago, I would have accepted. I didn’t need protection. Last night shook me though.

“I know you like to think I don’t have self-preservation, but contrary to that belief, I want to live. Last night proved to me that I need to set my pride aside. If it is still okay with you, I would like your protection.”

He lets out a puff of breath.

“Thank God. I’m not sure I could have left you unprotected even if you had said yes. Especially since I think you might have been targeted because of me.”

I push him back and he gives me my space.

“Why would you think that?”

“Were you often getting shot at before you met me?” He quirks his eye brow.

“No.”

“So, I seem to be the change that brought this on.”

I shake my head.

“That man wasn’t there for you. He watched me the entire night, Bash. I could feel his eyes on me the entire time he was there. I felt the slime wafting off from him.” I pause and look him in the eyes. “He was FBI. Or at least I think he was.”

“What makes you say that?”

“His suit. At first, from across the room, I thought he was one of yours. When I escorted him to the table though, it was obvious that his suit was cheap. The shoes? They were scuffed up. Your men would never look like that. Then I remembered something. When Ryan used to do undercover work, he would sometimes bring clothes home for me to wash before he returned them to the police wardrobe. I remember a similar looking suit and shoes that he brought home one night. I would bet my life that this man is working with him and if not him, then the FBI.”

He shakes his head. “Not the FBI. That has been confirmed.”

“Then he has to have been working for Ryan. He knows where I am at now. He always said he would kill me if I tried to leave or tell anyone. Ryan doesn’t make idle threats.”

Something flashes behind his eyes.

“No, he doesn’t.”

There is something else behind his words, but I don’t get a chance to ask.

A knock at the door behind me causes me to jump. I step aside as Bash opens the door.

“You’re needed.” Gio says.

Bash opens the door wider as he threads his hand in mine. He pulls me out of the room and stops at Matt’s door.

“Please stay in here with Isabella and Mia. I will leave guard at the door. If you need anything, you tell him and he will get it. If you need me, tell him what it is and he will get it to me.”

I nod. He leans in and kisses my head.

“Be safe, Tesoro.”

He opens the door and pushes me in before shutting it behind me. I turn three sets of eyes staring at me.

Chapter Nine

Bastiano