THE MAFIA BOSS SLAPPED A SHY WAITRESS OVER A STOLEN WATCH — THEN SHE CALLED HER FATHER AND HE REALIZED HE HAD HIT THE WRONG GIRL

your inner breast pocket.”

Dominic rose slowly.

“Tommy,” he said, voice low. “Tell me she’s lying.”

“Dom, come on,” Thomas said, sweat rolling down his face. “We grew up in Bensonhurst. You’re going to take the word of the Ghost’s kid?”

“Open your jacket,” Ricky ordered.

He had drawn a suppressed Glock and aimed it at Thomas’s chest.

Self-preservation had continue reading …