Page 3 of Mob Queen

“He wants to marry her off to create a binding alliance. He knows without us and the Saccos he’s in trouble.”

“Then why the fuck are we in bed with him?”

“Because if he’s willing to bring his own daughter to a meeting like this, then he’s ruthless and dangerous.” I shake my head as I turn to look off to the side. “Besides, without him we have the Scala family who will take over the Augusta area and they’re even worse than the enemy we know.”

I exhale a long breath and shake my head. “So, basically, it’s better to be in bed with the devil we know.”

Dad snorts as he turns and shrugs into his suit jacket. “The Scalas are a toxic tornado.” He buttons his jacket and moves toward me. “Augusta offered me the girl.”

I screw my nose and internally balk at the thought. “You’re old enough to be her grandfather.”

Dad barks out a throaty laugh. “If she’s eighteen, then that’s a good age.”

“You’re not marrying her.” I screw my nose toward Dad. I look to G and say, “Destruction.”

“What are we doing at the club?” Dad asks.

“Pace has asked for a meeting, and he’s offering us a new product.”

“What’s he got?” Dad asks as we head out of the restaurant.

“I’m not sure, but I know the Barrettas are moving quick, and I want more of them.”

The back door to the car is open, and I head toward it but my entire world comes crashing down.

I hear the shot echo through the abandoned street. I turn to see my father on the ground, blood oozing out of his head. “Dad!” I run toward him, but G pulls me back stopping me from getting to my father.

I throw my arms managing to land an elbow on G’s face and break free from his vice-like grip. I run toward Dad, and fall to my knees beside his lifeless body.

G tears me off Dad and forcibly drags me to the car. He throws me in the back like I’m a ragdoll, slams the door and smacks his hand on top of the car.

Dario takes off so quickly that the tires screech as the car goes sideways.

I turn to look behind me, but my father’s lifeless body has been hidden by the darkness.

My Dad is dead.

Fuck.

Chapter 1

Frankie

I pace back and forth in Dad’s office. There’s a sick knot in my throat and all I can think about is the way Dad’s lifeless body laid unnaturally on the cold sidewalk outside the restaurant.

I try to pour myself a scotch, but my hands are trembling. I lift my hands and turn them over. They’re so damn bloody. Taking shaky breaths, I try to calm my frantic mind. “Frankie,” G’s voice carries through Dad’s office.

I lift my gaze and vacantly stare at G. “This is Dad’s blood.” I hold my hands out to G, showing him the dried blood coating my skin.

“Frank.” He cautiously moves toward me. “Come.”

“Wh-where?” My eyes are glued to my bloody hands.

G advances toward me and wraps his arm around my shoulders. “You need to wash your hands.” G leads me toward the bathroom in Dad’s office. He flicks on the light then guides me toward the basin. “Here.” G turns the faucet on and waits.

My hands tremble as I hesitantly place them under the lukewarm water. “He’s dead,” I whisper.

“Yes, he is,” G confirms in a strong, quiet voice.