Claimed by Her Mafia Man - Sam Crescent Page 0,33
side through everything. There were no bodies to bury, but she still paid for caskets and was there at the church.
Randy was there, as were a couple of Damon’s men. He held her hand, offering her support.
That was three weeks ago.
Staring out across the city, even in the full heat of the sun, she felt so alone.
Damon moved up behind her. He’d only left her a couple of times to deal with business. She knew she should be there with him, but she hadn’t been able to think without being on the brink of tears.
Mourning.
Again.
“How are you today?” he asked.
She leaned back against him. “Fine.”
“You’re not.”
“It’s … it’s another day.”
“That it is.” He kissed her neck and she closed her eyes. “Would you like to come to work with me today?”
“What do you have to do?”
“Nothing much. I’ve got some accountants to check over. I’ve got word they’ve been playing with the books and I need to go and teach them a lesson.”
“You sound happy about that,” she said.
“It gives me something to do to help clear my mind.”
“Pain does that.”
“They’re traitors.”
“Someone killed my friend, Damon.”
“I know, and I’m going to find them. I promise.”
She turned in his arms, cupping his face. “And he gets to walk free?”
“Sweetheart, these things take time,” he said.
“No, they don’t. It didn’t take a lot of time to kill her or her son.” She pressed her lips together. “When you find the person, I want to be there.”
He stroked her cheek. “Do you think that’s wise?”
“You told me you’re not like other men, well, I’m not like other women.”
“Did you see your father torture? Kill?”
“I saw a lot.” There was much he kept hidden from her, she wasn’t a fool, she knew that, but he at least trusted her to do what was right, she believed that deep in her heart.
“Come with me today. You don’t get to join in. You watch and when we’re done, you tell me if you can handle the kind of pain you think you wish to dish out to someone else.” He glanced down at her. “You need to change first.”
“Sweat pants and stained shirts are not appropriate to a killing?”
“You need to look the part and by that, you need to look powerful and be ready for anything. Get dressed. Get prepared. You’re a strong woman. You didn’t cause Daniella’s death. You are not to blame.” He kissed her lips and she wanted more. “Go. We’ll see how much you can handle.”
She walked into the bedroom, quickly swapping her lazy clothes for something a lot less comfortable but screamed that she was in control. Once she was sure she looked good, she made her way back out, pulling her long, black hair into a ponytail.
“Beautiful,” he said.
Following him out of the penthouse apartment, she didn’t say anything on the way down to the parking lot. She noticed his men were close and as they climbed into the back of his car, she looked out the window.
Damon took her hand and they were back out in daylight again.
“If you want to go back home…”
“No, I’m fine. It’s good to get out.”
“You really liked her?” he asked.
“She was my friend. She was younger than me. It doesn’t matter.”
“It does matter.”
“I just want to focus on now. Tell me about these accountants,” she said. If she focused on work, then her pain would diminish. That was all she could focus on right now. Work.
“Over half a million has gone missing from one of the casinos. The Boss requested a further investigation and it appears money only ever vanishes when a certain accountant is here. He’s been loyal for twenty years, but all of the markers point to him.”
“And if he’s innocent?”
“I’ve found applying the right kind of pressure helps to bring out the truth.”
They weren’t driving for long before they pulled up outside an abandoned bar. It was run down and had metal gates all around it.
“Original,” she said, climbing out of the car with her husband.
“We like to keep our image alive.”
She followed Damon into the old bar. A man was hung upside down, and a pool of blood already coated the cement floor. The scent of stale beer, decay, and death filled the air, making her stomach turn.
Her father had never allowed her to see him in action. Randy was the person she watched torture, or one of his other soldiers. They were always quick deaths. The men would scream out their secrets, and it would be over.
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