Betrayed by My Mafia Brother novel Chapter 11

Chapter 2

After I hung up the phone, I didn’t sleep a single minute.

With dark circles under my eyes, I dragged myself to the social club the next morning. My mind was still a

numb void when Molly appeared at my side, her eyes gleaming with the prospect of fresh gossip.

“Something definitely went down between the Don and The Viper last night,” she whispered, leaning in close.

I merely frowned, the motion feeling heavy on my tired face.

She pressed on, “This morning, the Don’s shirt was creased to hell… and it was the same one from yesterday. That doesn’t just scream ‘all-nighter, it screams it from the rooftops.”

I nodded, too emotionally drained to even acknowledge her sharp observation.

She wasn’t finished. “Victoria was late, too. And when she walked in… she was glowing. You know how she’s usually all sharp edges and cold precision? Today, she looked… softer. Like a brand-new woman.”

“Brand-new how?” I asked, the words tasting like ash.

Molly paused, searching for the right words. “Radiant. Confident. Satisfied… see for yourself.”

I lifted my gaze.

Victoria strode into the main room of the club, wearing a form-fitting, tailored dress.

I recognized that dress-I’d seen it in a boutique window while walking with Lewis months ago. I’d loved it, but it hadn’t been my size. I’d paid the shop a small fortune for a custom order, telling them to ship it to

Lewis once it was ready.

Well, the dress had clearly arrived. Just not to me.

Victoria was in such a visibly good mood that she announced a round of drinks for everyone at the bar-on

her.

A cheer went up from the associates.

I sat in my corner, my insides a tangled knot of cold fury and despair.

I tried to lose myself in the mind-numbing work of tallying numbers from the previous night’s collections, but

it was no use. The numbers blurred, replaced by the image of Lewis’s face.

By lunchtime, I was still in a daze, picking silently at a takeout container at my desk.

Victoria, meanwhile, carried several carefully packaged meals from the city’s best Italian restaurant straight

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into Lewis’s private office.

She stayed in there the entire afternoon.

When she finally emerged, it was nearly the end of the day.

Molly clicked her tongue and muttered under her breath, “This life is a sickness. Of all the men, she picks a

married Don.”

“Jack, the guy who works security outside the Don’s office, said she practically melted into his arms the second the door closed,” she continued, her voice dropping even lower. “Honestly, they might as well hang a

‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the door.”

After speaking, Molly discreetly sent me a photo Jack had managed to snap.

In the grainy image, Victoria was perched on Lewis’s lap, feeding him a forkful of food. The way she looked at him, the intimate lean of her body-it was a language of possession there was no mistaking.

“I can’t imagine how the Don’s wife would feel seeing this,” Molly sighed softly, a genuine note of pity in her

voice.

Across from us, Tommy “The Fixer” – our crew’s manager – frowned, having overheard.

“If both parties are willing, why are you little canaries chirping about it?” he grumbled, his tone warning.

Molly, missing the threat, joked weakly, “Well, yeah, but she’s still the goomah.”

Tommy’s face darkened instantly. He grabbed a thick ledger-records of outstanding debts-and dropped it on Molly’s desk with a heavy thud.

“Since you have so much free time to flap your lips, you can reconcile this before you leave. You’re not stepping a foot out of here until it’s done.”

Molly deflated like a punctured tire.

I quietly messaged her on our encrypted line: [Tommy and Victoria go way back. He’s her man. Watch your words around him.]

She replied with a string of crying emojis,

I tried to comfort her: [Don’t worry, I’ll help you. We’ll get it done fast, and I’ll treat you to that grilled lobster at Mario’s tonight.]

Her mood, ever resilient, bounced right back.

By evening, we’d finally finished the punitive work and were ready to head out.

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Just as we stepped toward the exit, Tommy called out to us.

“You two worked hard. Let’s get a bite. My treat.”

He didn’t give us a chance to refuse.

He took us to a restaurant near the club, and after a tense meal, he herded us into the back room of a private lounge-a place the Family used for meetings and… entertainment.

We didn’t want to be there, but as low-level associates, our objections meant nothing.

We sank into a dark corner of the plush booth and started playing games on our phones, trying to pass the

time and become invisible.wm

We were so absorbed we didn’t notice the room filling up with more people.

Until I heard his voice.

I looked up and saw Lewis sitting in the central, most respected seat, surrounded by Capos from our family

and a few from allied ones.

At first, they discussed territory, smuggling routes, and revenue shares.

Then the conversation turned, as it often did, to women, wives, and mistresses.

“I saw Victoria this morning,” one of the Capos said with a knowing smirk. “Looked like the cat that got the cream. So, what’s the story, Lewis? Did you finally make an honest woman out of her?”

I instinctively leaned forward, my ears straining.

Lewis replied calmly, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “You don’t understand the position she put me in. I didn’t have a choice.”

“Victoria backed me into a corner. Said if I didn’t want her, she’d walk. Take a post with the Rossis. And you all know-this Family wouldn’t last a year without her. Honestly… I wouldn’t either.”

“Victoria’s willing to play second fiddle? Lewis, you’re playing with fire.”

“Yeah, we all remember the lengths you went to for that wife of yours. Whether your goomah is quiet or not, if your wife finds out, there will be hell to pay.”

“Come on. That little girl? What’s she going to do? She’s got no family, no backing. She’s been living in a gilded cage. She knows which side her bread is buttered on.”

“Exactly. She’s comfortable. She has the title of Signora Corleone. She’d be a fool to give that up. She won’t make a peep.”

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