Page 56 of Dirty Mafia Sinner

Of my seed decorating her skin.

Of her locked inside a cage I pushed beneath my desk while she was showering.

I curse once more as I place heavier weights on the dumbbell.

“Ciro’s girlfriend had a lot of nothing to say.”

My full attention shifts his way. “What’s her name again?”

“Emily.”

“And?” I demand.

“She’ll have a few nasty scars, if she lives.”

“You think I care about scars?” I scoff. “What’d she say?”

“Bottom line is she knows nothing about Emilio Conti. And before you ask, our men took everything from Ciro’s apartment. He was an unorganized prick, so it’s taking the men time to cull through his papers. They did uncover the deed to Riley’s apartment building. He didn’t own the property but had some bogus, handwritten agreement signed by three other men claiming it was his.”

I shake my head. “Like that’d hold up in court.”

“Didn’t stop him from filing an insurance claim the day everything went down.” Tommaso’s lips tighten. “The piece of shit can rot in hell.”

“Shame he wasn’t still alive when my men started up the cement truck.”

Tommaso snorts. “Now he’s just another Jimmy Hoffa.”

“See if they can locate banking information. It’ll save our tech geeks time.”

“They’re on it.” He pauses for a few seconds too long.

“What?”

“She said a lot of shit about Riley.”

I clench my fists, and then bark, “Confirming her involvement?”

“Not sure.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“She blames Riley—her best friend—for stealing her boyfriend. Thinks they ran off together since no one has seen either of them.”

Tommaso nods as he polishes off the water from the bottle he’s been tossing around in his hand. Drinking like a Neanderthal, water dripping from his lips.

I wait for him to finish.

He takes far too long and forces me to ask. “What else did she say?”

“Told the men your girl is responsible for Ciro’s coke habit.”

“She’s not my girl,” I grind out. “Or involved in drugs.” It’s ludicrous, and I’d laugh if she hadn’t betrayed me.

“Ciro had a pet name for her.”

I go fucking rigid. “Pet name? Were they fucking?” If that stranzo ran his dirty hands across her body …

“According to her best friend, they were getting it on like jackrabbits.” He studies me closely as my unfettered rage rolls in, then sighs. “It could be a lie. The men said that, when the knives came out, Emily’s tune changed. She confessed to never actually seeing them together.”