Minefields

Katya

Three Days Ago

"I will cut to the chase, I want you at the head of the seat, leading the corporation to the future, not your baby daddy."

Mr. Jones' mustache seemed to move as he spoke, his words followed by a thick cloud of smoke, drawn from his lips.

He leaned against the couch, a lazy smile on his lips, his dark lips pouting as he blew out a puff of smoke.

Across from him, where I sat, my brain was quick to process the implication of his words, and confirm what I had suspected earlier.

The chairman of De Castello board who was aware of Ferrara's reputation of wiping out traitors, hadn't simply called me to place a request.

Nope.

The only reason he was bold enough to push this notion and insult my mafia boyfriend without batting an eye, was because he already had a plan.

He only intended to make me a pawn in his game, and if I said no, he could attempt to take me out, and then use another method.

But if I played dumb and pretended to agree with him, then I could have the upper