Page 33 of Mafia Scars

My father knew what happened in full detail. He knew it all. Tears pricked at my eyes again, and I swallowed hard.

How would I feel seeing him again?

What would it be like?

When I thought back, all I could see in my mind was the person who looked like my father shooting Agent Peterson. I heard his voice ringing through my mind like an echo on repeat. It kept sayingI’ll have his head, then I’d conjured up an image of a headless body. Agent Peterson’s headless body.

It was all so evil. My father had killed someone, and that was something I wouldn’t be able to get past.

The foolish thing about it, though, was that Agent Petersen was just one person I knew about.

My father was the head of the mafia in Chicago. He practically owned the state. The people and the land. What made me think that he’d only killed just the one man?

It was all so against me, my nature, my personality.

Being with Luc was… against me too.

What a joke. The cop and the mobster.

I couldn’t be a cop and be romantically involved with a man who I knew was a criminal.

Things were happening though. Serious things that were above me and whether it was right or wrong for me to be with Luc.

Gigi wiped her tears, and a small smile inched across her full lips.

“You’re smiling.” I raised my brows. Gigi could have such a difference to her moods sometimes.

Here we were, mourning our losses, and she was still able to manage a smile. I, on the other hand, just wanted to go back to bed.

Back to bed with Luc.

Damn. I needed to get a hold of my mind.

“Because you’re thinking about Luc.”

“How the hell do you know that?” I raised my brows.

“I can tell.”

I rolled my eyes and sighed, slouching back against the chair with my hand on my head.

“How’d this happen to me, Gigi?”

“What part?”

“Everything, but specifically Luc. It’s like I can’t control my mind. Why can’t I just get a grip on reality and see the situation for what it is? He works for my father. The man came here to try to win me over, marry me, and get claim over my father’s empire. That alone should piss me off.”

“But you know he doesn’t want your father’s empire. You know he wants you.” Her smile brightened.

That’s what Luc told me when he told me the truth and revealed that my father had sent him.

“What if it’s a lie?” I laughed. “Why wouldn’t it be a lie? My father has a billionaire’s fortune. Money that keeps on giving.”

When I’d checked everything out, I realized that our little real estate business was a gold mine. As time went by, it became so clear to me that there were so many benefits to our business.

I knew Dad had started it with money laundering. Found that out when I did some research. I had a friend who worked in the FBI. Candace Kent.

People thought I was a real hardass, but I looked like an angel compared to her.