The Bogeyman's Woman by Sam Crescent

Author:Sam Crescent
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, crime, suspense, contemporary, mafia, older man, bbw, maydecember, bad boy
Publisher: Evernight

Chapter Seven

“Why is she still alive?”

Ruin stared across the office at Dante Morelli.

The man was looking mighty pissed. Ruin didn’t belong to anyone and while Dante had been calling him, insulting and disrespecting him, he refused this meeting.

He pressed the tips of his fingers together and looked at Dante. He didn’t like him, never had. The man was feared and in his own way respected, but not in any ways that counted. At least not to Ruin. As far as Ruin was concerned, this man hadn’t earned his place in the world. Dante had been the son, and the Morelli line was what had earned his patch. Men and women died for Dante to get to this point.

Dante had a reputation of getting others to do his dirty work for him. Sure, he liked to take credit, and he also enjoyed a little torture, but usually when the hard work was already done. Ruin could never condone or respect that kind of behavior. It angered and infuriated him.

Dante slammed his palm on the desk. “Answer me, you fucking imbecile.”

Ruin moved fast. He had a knife embedded into Dante’s hand, keeping it on the desk. Dante screamed and Ruin grabbed the man’s chin.

“What the hell are you doing?” Dante asked. “You know who you’re dealing with.”

“And you know who you’re dealing with,” Ruin said. “I will not be ordered around like I’m some kind of fucking toy, you piece of shit.”

“You’re ours.”

Ruin smiled. “I belong to no one, you useless prick.” He grabbed the tip of the knife and gave it a little twist. There was banging on the door after Dante started to scream. “Tell them you’re okay or this goes into your neck.”

Dante glared at him. He wasn’t used to being threatened, which was hilarious. This man was the capo. He was meant to live with daily threats. He went to open his mouth.

“Or should we talk about the tolls?” Ruin asked.

While Callie was at work, he had no choice but to keep busy. He was a very curious man, after all. The tolls had been an interesting little piece of information.

Dante huffed. “I’m fine. Leave us!”

The banging on the door stopped.

“Take it out.”

Ruin held the knife in place. “The tolls?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Let’s see, we’ve got a pimp who attacks women, gets them hooked on dope, and uses them. Their bodies end up in the trash or the river, and the cops don’t even investigate. An underground casino, flying high. A fighting ring, several brothels, all of which have said they pay the toll.”

With each word he spoke, Dante was getting paler.

“I have no idea what they’re talking about.”

“Why do you want Callie Lawson dead?”

Dante ran his hand down his face. Beads of sweat dotted his brow. He looked ready to collapse, which Ruin found so fucking funny. He wanted to kill him, but first, he needed to make sure Callie was safe. Taking out pimps and deadbeats was easy. There was no reason to cover his tracks.

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