Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Goosebumps raise on my arms as I think about all the warnings Bobby gave me about ensuring my safety. Was he worried about the Feds getting to me, or what his family members might do if they think I know something and might talk? Either way, this isn’t good.
“Sorry, but we broke up.”
“Yes, we know. That’s why we believe you may be of some assistance to us,” McGalister says.
I shake my head.
“You can start by telling us everything you know about his contracts with the city,” she says.
“I don’t know anything about his business—he always kept things separate.”
Sully chortles. “I find that hard to believe. You lived in an apartment provided by Mr. Manghini, did you not?”
“So?”
“Surely you heard something.”
“No. I never heard a thing. Like I said, he didn’t talk business with me.”
“Can you tell us about your relationship with Mr. Manghini?”
“No.”
“Are you afraid of Mr. Manghini?”
“No.”
Sully leans over the desk, putting his nose in my face. “You are in a lot of trouble here. You’d better figure out how to get us something, or you’ll end up in jail.”
“I want a lawyer.”
“Look,” McGalicaster wheedles, suddenly turning saccharine sweet on me. “We want to help you. We know you have medical bills you haven’t been able to pay off. In addition to clearing your record of all tax fraud and eliminating your tax liability, the government is also willing to pay off your medical bills.”
“Oh really?” I say sarcastically. “And all I have to do is—what? Turn informer on a member of the mafia? Sure, that sounds like a great exchange!”
“So you do know about Bobby’s business?”
Fuck. I roll my eyes. “Of course I don’t!”
“Did you know that your boyfriend bribed the mayor to receive certain city contracts?”
I stare at them. Is that the worst they have on him? I feared revelations of murders, drug rings, prostitution, gambling. But bribing the mayor to get a contract? I could care less. “So?”
“So, that’s illegal.”
“For the mayor, maybe. Listen, if this is all you have to say, I’m through. Let me out of here.”
“You’ll leave when we’re through!” McGalicaster snapped.
“I want an attorney,” I repeat. I've watched enough crime television to know that anything I say after demanding a lawyer would be inadmissible in court. I’m also pretty sure they can’t hold me very long without charges. I fold my arms across my chest and decide to pull my best silent treatment.
Three hours later, McGalicaster and Sully finally let me go. I’m hungry and pissed off and more than a little nervous.
All I can think about is how many times Bobby freaked out over me seeing or overhearing anything.
It’s for your safety and mine.
Of course I don’t know anything, and even if I did, I wouldn’t talk, but will he know that? And the better question might be–will his boss know that?
I walk outside the building and pull out my phone to call an Uber, but I’m stopped when three young men surround me.
“Lexi,” one of them says. I recognize him as one of the guys who moved my things into Bobby’s. Tommy, I think. And Junior is the other one.
Fuck. This is bad.
Very, very bad.
“We need you to come with us.”
Bobby
I’m sitting in my car outside my house while the Feds search it.
Yeah. Didn’t appreciate the five a.m. arrival. Neither did the girls, who are completely terrified I’m going to end up in jail. I sent them to their mom’s house until things blow over.
I’m not gonna end up in jail. The Feds won’t find a damn thing.
Still, I’m sweating it a little, hoping I haven’t missed anything.
I don’t give a fuck about any of it, though. That’s not the reason I’m tearing my hair out. I still haven’t found or spoken to Lexi.
According to Gina, Lexi didn’t make it back from Vegas today and isn’t answering her phone. Not believing her, I already tried going to the apartment she shares with Leo to try to find Lexi. They invited me in, and I looked around, but unless she was hiding in a closet or the bathroom, she wasn’t there.
I’m in too much of a mind-fuck right now to even know whether she’s still hiding from me or something has gone terribly wrong.
My phone rings. Seeing it’s the don, I answer.
“What the fuck is going on over there, Bobby?”
I blow out my breath. “The Feds are searching my place at the moment. I guess they’re also talking to Greta. It's fine. She knows nothing. She has nothing. Even if she did, she’s family. She’d never talk.”
“And what about the stripper?”
I scramble to catch up. “What about her?”
“She’s been in with the Feds today, too.”
“Fuck.”
Stacy is a wild card. And the last time I saw her, I stupidly laid hands on her. This could come back and bite me in the ass. Then again, she knows nothing about my business. And I don't think she's crazy enough to turn informer. If she is…then she made her own bed. Al can have at her, if he wants.