Chapter 141

Victoria POV

"How did it go?" I asked, pouring him a glass of champagne.

"Good," he replied, his short answer laced with heavy anger.

"Someone's mad... What happened?"

"Babe, I don't want to stress you. Well, it's just... A child died in my hands. Not that it's the first. I mean, I've killed people, but..." He sighed, taking a sip of the drink.

"Hmm. Guilt, huh? What about the President's doll? Was she good?"

"Mmm, I don't know. We can say fair. I had a meeting with the father—not a meeting. I gave him a warning. He can't bring me back to that..."

"Hey, listen. Mafia or not, you're still you! An amazing killer man. So cheer up. And someone dying on you? It's still part of the job!"

"Yeah..