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Chapter 5

Author: Cocojam
For the next week, I played the perfect grunt.

Showed up early. Left late.

I sorted trash papers. I patted down goons with a deadpan face. I laid low like a real street rat.

Up in the penthouse, Chloe lived her best life.

New designer fit every day. Prada on Monday. Versace on Tuesday. Saint Laurent on Wednesday. Rotating Hermès bags. Telling the world she made it.

Her Insta was worse. Every two hours, a new post.

"Busy mob life #GirlBoss #Grind"

"Power lunch with VIPs #WomenInBusiness #Elite"

"Late nights for the big project #Hustle #WorthIt"

Dozens of likes. Fake hype.

She was addicted. She thought social media clout meant real mafia power.

But reality hit hard.

Tuesday. I heard her panicking on the phone.

"Senator Morrison? It's Chloe. The new financial head... What? You don't know me? I can explain..."

"Judge Hamilton? About our immunity deal... What deal? You've never heard of me?"

Click. Click. Click. Hung up every time.

The politicians who used to kiss my ring? They froze Chloe out. Total ice.

Wednesday morning. Things got worse.

I sat at the front desk. Heard the finance guys freaking out.

"The cash pools are dry!"

"Atlantic City licenses are frozen!"

"Where the hell is the political slush fund?!"

David sprinted upstairs. Bringing the nightmare news to Silas.

Ten minutes later. Silas stormed downstairs like a rabid dog. Straight to my desk.

"Valentina!" His voice boomed in the lobby. "Get over here!"

I put down my pen. Followed him to the glass meeting room. The hitmen and guards stopped working. Watching the drama unfold.

Silas slammed the door. Turned to me. His face was purple.

"What the hell have you been doing all week?!" He hissed. "Not a single dime of clean cash came in! The politicians went ghost! We are going broke!"

I looked at him. Pure innocence. "I'm following family orders."

"What?!"

"I'm on probation. I'm reflecting on my sins." My voice was flat. "Plus, per the new mob rules, client relations belong to Chloe. I shouldn't step on her toes. It breaks Omertà."

Silas's temple throbbed. Veins popping out.

"Are... are you threatening me?"

"Threatening?" I chuckled softly. "I'm just a good entry-level grunt. Following the rules. Just like you wanted."

Silas choked on his rage. His fists shook. Ready to snap.

"You think we need you?" He finally barked. "Listen to me. I'll close Arthur Wellington's 80-million deal myself! I don't need a washed-up bitch like you!"

He walked to the door. Hand on the knob. Looked back.

"And from now on, don't show up here. You are excommunicated. Burned. All protection revoked!"

He threw the door open. Walked into the middle of the lobby. Yelled:

"Listen up! As of today, Valentina is dead to this syndicate!"

Dead silence.

Jaws dropped. Everyone froze.

I walked out of the room slowly. Under all their eyes. Went back to my desk to pack my few things.

My calm vibe freaked Silas out.

"You... you have nothing to say?" His voice shook a little.

I looked up. Smiled. "Good luck, Silas. Hope Arthur works out for you."

I went home. Poured a glass of red wine. Sat in my quiet living room.

I called Marcus.

"Marcus. The Midtown Manhattan lease. It ends tomorrow, right?"

"Yes, Valentina. Need me to draft the renewal?"

"No." I took a sip of wine. "Show the property to new buyers at 10 AM tomorrow."

Marcus sounded thrilled. "Perfect! That spot is hot. The Russian Bratva offered double the rent. They love the location."

10:00 AM. Westchester Private Country Club.

Silas tugged at his tight tie. He kept a death grip on the 80-million-dollar smuggling contract.

Arthur Wellington was right ahead on the green.

Signing him was the only way to cover the massive financial hole Valentina left behind.

Chloe clung tightly to Silas’s arm.

She wore a ridiculously revealing red dress today.

"Watch me, Boss," she gave him a smug wink. "I know exactly how to handle old men like him. I’ll make him sign."

Silas nodded. He gave her the green light.

They walked across the expensive turf. Arthur was standing in the sun, fully focused.

Feet apart. Shoulders relaxed. He raised his custom golf club, ready for the winning swing.

Right as the club came down, Chloe suddenly let go of Silas.

She rushed forward like a peacock in heat.

Her heels stabbed ugly mud holes into the perfectly manicured green.

"Mr. Arthur!" she yelled in a sickeningly sweet voice.

Arthur’s arm jerked.
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