Mafia Kings: Roberto: Dark Mafia Romance Series #5

Idon’t remember a lot from that first night. I blacked out at some point, so I only had fuzzy memories about what happened.

I do remember becoming enraged and throwing a bottle at the wall.

I found confirmation the next morning: shards of glass littering the floor and the stink of scotch.

Good scotch, yes – but the smell still filled the room.

I’d also screamed a lot. I deduced that as soon as I woke up, because my vocal cords felt like they’d been shredded.

As I sat there on the edge of my bed, still drunk and dressed in my clothes from the day before, I stared at my cell phone in despair.

Mei-ling hadn’t texted or called.

And I felt a horrible certainty that she never would.

I was helpless…

Powerless…

Heartbroken.

But unlike the previous night, when I had been consumed by impotent rage, I knew I had to go about things differently.

I had to take back control.

It’s what I did in every situation.

I have an analytical mind. When presented with a challenge, I simply reviewed potential courses of action until I found a viable solution.

Over the next few minutes, I came up with a plan.

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But I was still drunk…

And helpless…

And heartbroken.

Not to mention obsessed.

And a man who’s both heartbroken and obsessed isn’t the clearest of thinkers.

In fact…

He’s downright dangerous.