The Mob Boss’s Girl
She says something under her breath, which he nods to, and then she stands with her arms folded looking miserable.
“Fine,” I say to Vito even though I didn’t hear a fucking word he said. “We’ll do it as you suggested. Call me tomorrow with the details.”
I hang up before he has the chance to say anything and I shove my phone in my pocket angrily.
I hear a chuckle beside me. It’s Miguel. He has a glass of beer in his hand, and his cheeks are flushed. He’s already somewhat drunk, it seems. He says to me, “Women. It’s tough to understand them, isn’t it?”