Page 9 of Claimed By a Capo

“What revenge?” I look at Jenna, and she shrugs. I cover the mouth of the speaker and shoot Jenna a questioning look. “Did you give me up?”

She shakes her head. “No, I didn’t.”

“Are you there?” Karter asks.

“Listen to me, Karter, do you want to live long?”

“What, why did you ask?” Amazement is evident in his voice as he speaks.

“Just answer my question,” I say firmly.

“Sure, I want to”

“Then mind your fucking business.”

Jenna shakes her head and returns her gaze to the TV.

Karter bursts into laughter. I’m not surprised, much as it bothers me to say. When we were together, he often made fun of the things I considered important. “I love your craziness, girl. That was why I fell in love with you in the first place. And I still do.”

Jeez! I hate it when he tries to lure me into that conversation. “I’ve told you it’s over between the two of us,” I say through gritted teeth, rage adding edge to my voice.

“Come on, baby. Give me a second chance.”

“Don’t ever call me that again. Goodbye.” I end the call before he has a chance to speak further.

“He’s not giving up easily, is he?” Jenna asks.

“I honestly don’t know what to do about him.”

Jenna nods. “Where are you headed?”

“Hampstead. If I’m not back by ten, that means I won’t be home tonight.”

It’s obvious she’s still not happy with my decision, but I can’t help that right now. She forces a smile. “Be careful.” She gets up and embraces me tightly.

That’s a big relief. “Thank you.”

Outside the house, I hail a taxi and tell him my destination. I did the last round of spying successfully, so I’m sure this won’t be different. I’m getting close to finding what I need. Twenty minutes later, the taxi pulls off in front of the club. It’s a nice club along the street with red and green light decorations.

In the club, fast music pounds through the speakers and on a stage set against one wall, strippers are coiling around poles, with highly aroused men sticking money in their panties.

My eyes settle on a man sitting on the couch with two half-naked girls around him. Just above his collar, the sword tattoo is visible. He’s one of them too! I walk to the bar, order a martini and sit down, nursing it. I'm not ready to seduce anyone. I'm just going to watch out quietly until my main target walks out of his office.

After sleeping with Marcello, I've decided against seduction as a weapon. That one-night stand left an indelible mark in my mind. He’s lucky that I lost the will to poison him like I’d originally set out to do with all members of the mafia I cross while doing this.

I continue to look around as I sip from my glass. The atmosphere is electric. I nod along to the music, resisting the urge to get off the barstool and dance. Today, I want to observe, not attract attention.

Somewhere along the line, I must have attracted the wrong attention, because I feel a strange coldness on the back of my neck. Cold, hard metal. Without seeing it, I already know what it is.

My stomach clenches, and my throat goes dry. I raise my hands and turn around. A huge man with a pistol gives me a sinister look. He orders me away from the bar, down a narrow hallway, and I comply. The dude looks like he’ll squeeze the trigger if I don’t listen to him.

Today might be my last on earth, but I won't go down without a fight. He leads me down a hallway with sexy women painted on the walls, then stops in front of a metallic door. If I have to guess, I’d say it’s bulletproof.

The big guy opens the door and nudges me in. For a moment, I can’t see anything. The room is dimly lit and smoky.

“Welcome,” a voice says to my left.

A man in a black suit sits like a king at a table with cash and white powder spread over the surface. Two girls stand next to him in nothing but sexy lingerie. Spirals of smoke coil out of his mouth, a cigar hanging between his fingers.

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