34. Kylie Miller

When you marry the mafia boss, this isn't supposed to happen.

And so I was pissed off.

Yes, I absolutely knew Micah Shine was Marcu Argento and the head of the New York and Philadelphia mafia families when I married him because I put him there. Being paraded past Mary Varvara Bell's secretary and the other workers in her office with my hands tied behind my back was a kick in the teeth, but it wasn't going to be the last word.

We finally reached the building elevator core that ran down to the lobby, and then the problem started, a debate about the ratio of how many of Dr. Bell's goons were to ride down with how many prisoners per elevator.

They hadn't thought this through. That's where bratva operations always go wrong, not thinking it through and not knowing who your friends really were.

It was like that time Shorty Pagano was summoned to a meeting by the guy who was the big boss at the time, and he went prancing into the meeting, thinking that he was going to be a made man. Instead, the room was draped in tarps, and he knew then that he was about to get whacked.

All the other guys saw what was going to happen, but they didn't tell him.

And all of us could see what was going to happen when these elevators hit the ground floor of the lobby, but no one was telling Mary Varvara Bell for the exact same reason.

And fucking Logan.

Logan fucking Bell.

You don't betray family like that. It never goes well.

And you sure as fuck don't try to betray me.

That shit never goes well at all.

Like a mafia wife from one of the old families isn't going to always be carrying a gun.

They didn't even frisk me.

Fucking idiots.