Chapitre 144: Chapter 144

I figured he had to be joking, so I laughed.

You should never laugh at a mafia boss if he’s not joking. "Excuse me if I don’t consult the mob leader for employee motivation tips. My professor is old, but I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t consider cement shoes as an acceptable form of motivation."

Frankie sat down behind his desk and leaned his arms across it, looking like a normal business manager. If I encountered him in the wild that didn’t include him kidnapping me, I’d buy into his desperate ploy at looking legitimate.

He kept watching me like a hawk, another tactic I should’ve learned from my cousin but hadn’t. When a mob boss stares at you, shut your mouth.

"Are you done yet?" he asked as I schooled my features.

"Yes. Sorry," I said, sounding like a child who’d gotten in trouble. I’d stopped laughing, but I hadn’t been able to wipe the smile from my face. It was just so ridiculous of an idea.