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Story: Cruel Betrayals
I glance to my father’s left and meet Alexandra’s gaze.
God, she’s so fucking beautiful. How could I be so stupid and let her get away?
I’ll earn her love back one way or another.
Chapter Seven
ALEXANDRA
Rushing away from Joseph,I head straight to the meeting room. I want to run into his comforting arms. I want to tell him what happened with Giuseppe Rossi on Friday.
But I don’t.
I run away like a coward and hide behind my work.
Reaching into my bag, I hand Arturo the envelope with the financial documents he requested Saturday evening.
“Here are the profit/loss sheets for the past three years for the casino, as you requested.”
He takes the folder from me and immediately flips it open. “Thank you, Alexandra. I will up your pay for the weekend work.”
My stomach flips and hardens as guilt washes over me.
“That’s not necessary, sir.”
Especially since I agreed to spy on him for Giuseppe Rossi to pay Dad’s debt.
He offers me a genuine smile. “You deserve it.”
“I’m living rent free in one of your apartments. I think that is enough payment.”
The meeting room door opens and Joseph walks in. Without looking at me, he sits down at the other end of the table.
Arturo glances up from the financial statements. “Where do we stand on information regarding Rossi?”
“There hasn’t been any word from Rossi or any of his informants.”
He frowns. “How’s the prisoner?”
“Stubborn as shit and refusing to eat.”
Well, he is a mafia man. It’s going to take a while to break him.
“We can move him to one of the known safe houses and see if he will speak more freely once he’s clean and comfortable.”
I look over at the end of the table at Joseph. He types something into his phone.
“I’ll speak to Alvin and get him transferred this afternoon.”
I should try to talk to the prisoner alone first. Maybe I can find out something about Giuseppe Rossi that I can use to get out of this arrangement.
Joseph places his phone down on the table and meets my gaze.
My face blushes at being caught staring at him. His eyes darken the longer we stare at one another.
Arturo clears his throat and asks Joseph for an update regarding the team outing Francesca is working on.
I could probably answer any question Arturo has regarding the event, but I’m here as a bystander.
God, she’s so fucking beautiful. How could I be so stupid and let her get away?
I’ll earn her love back one way or another.
Chapter Seven
ALEXANDRA
Rushing away from Joseph,I head straight to the meeting room. I want to run into his comforting arms. I want to tell him what happened with Giuseppe Rossi on Friday.
But I don’t.
I run away like a coward and hide behind my work.
Reaching into my bag, I hand Arturo the envelope with the financial documents he requested Saturday evening.
“Here are the profit/loss sheets for the past three years for the casino, as you requested.”
He takes the folder from me and immediately flips it open. “Thank you, Alexandra. I will up your pay for the weekend work.”
My stomach flips and hardens as guilt washes over me.
“That’s not necessary, sir.”
Especially since I agreed to spy on him for Giuseppe Rossi to pay Dad’s debt.
He offers me a genuine smile. “You deserve it.”
“I’m living rent free in one of your apartments. I think that is enough payment.”
The meeting room door opens and Joseph walks in. Without looking at me, he sits down at the other end of the table.
Arturo glances up from the financial statements. “Where do we stand on information regarding Rossi?”
“There hasn’t been any word from Rossi or any of his informants.”
He frowns. “How’s the prisoner?”
“Stubborn as shit and refusing to eat.”
Well, he is a mafia man. It’s going to take a while to break him.
“We can move him to one of the known safe houses and see if he will speak more freely once he’s clean and comfortable.”
I look over at the end of the table at Joseph. He types something into his phone.
“I’ll speak to Alvin and get him transferred this afternoon.”
I should try to talk to the prisoner alone first. Maybe I can find out something about Giuseppe Rossi that I can use to get out of this arrangement.
Joseph places his phone down on the table and meets my gaze.
My face blushes at being caught staring at him. His eyes darken the longer we stare at one another.
Arturo clears his throat and asks Joseph for an update regarding the team outing Francesca is working on.
I could probably answer any question Arturo has regarding the event, but I’m here as a bystander.
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