Indebted to the Mafia King
A new voice crackled over the phone line from a bit away but clearly in the same room, and it takes me a moment to place the voice as Thano himself.
“Yeah, you would vouch for that, wouldn’t you?” I snap. “Makes your life real goddamn convenient.”
Eleni stirs, frowning and pushing the blanket until her breasts are mostly exposed. My mouth goes dry, and I take a step away.
“Well, then how can I prove it to you?” Thano asks, his voice clearer now, like Tony handed him the phone.
I grimace and sip my drink. He’s a slippery son of a bitch, and even with Tony there, I struggle to come up with sufficient proof.
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