Page 102 of Mob Queen

“What?” He turns to look at me and shakes his head.

“You look worried. Who am I killing?” I walk over to my dressing table, open the top drawer and take out two of my guns. I check the chamber, then the clip.

“I don’t want you to kill anyone.”

“Tsk.” I roll my eyes. “You’re no fun.”

“Would you seriously kill someone if I asked you to?”

I look at the guns, then Miller. “Obviously,” I say matter-of-factly.

Miller clears his throat and narrows his eyes. “Have you killed a lot of people?”

“Define a lot.”

“Shit,” he says in an elevated voice. “I knew you were a hard-ass.”

I slowly lift my shoulder. “What do you expect? I’m a leader of a multi-billion-dollar organization. I need to make sure they follow my fucking rules or they die.”

“You’re a psychopath.”

“Nah.” I lay the guns on the dresser, and flick my hand dismissively as I head into the bathroom. “I’ve never killed someone who didn’t deserve it.”

Miller follows me into the bathroom, and leans against the door jamb as I comb through my hair. “And who makes the decision that they deserve it?”

“I do.”

“So, you’re a psychopath.”

“Not at all. I’m just a walking judge, jury and executioner. The last part can be fun.”

He laughs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Remind me not to piss you off.”

“You have, plenty of times. You’re not dead yet, are you?”

“Yet?”

I walk over to him and stretch up to kiss his lips. “There’s still time.” A belly laugh escapes as I head downstairs for breakfast. When I arrive, Rome and Elena are sitting opposite one another. He’s staring at her while she’s got her head down eating her breakfast. “You look like a stalker,” I say to Rome.

“Good to see you too, sister,” he says in a condescending tone.

Elena coughs and looks up to me. “Um.” She gulps and nibbles on her lower lip. “I haven’t had a chance to tell you, but the doctor recommended I have an OB-GYN to check on me and the baby.”

I did get a report from the doctor, but I haven’t read it yet. “Have you found one you want to see?”

Elena nods. “I was thinking I can make an appointment, if that’s okay with you?”

“I’ll do it, give me the name and phone number.”

“I have it in my room.” She points over her shoulder. “Can I go get it?”

I look to Rome then back to Elena. “That would be useful.” She jumps to her feet and hurries toward the room.

“Don’t be such an ass to her,” Rome says and smacks me in the arm.

“I’m not the one who wants to fuck her, you are. Besides, I am being nice to Elena.”

“At least say happy birthday to her.”