All Chapters of Mafia Tech Bro: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

TANISHAAfter an agonizing day of combing through work with tears, and so much ire that almost brought me over the edge of a psychotic breakdown, I was grateful for the little gift of finally arriving home.My neighborhood in Queens was communal in the way that it was normal for people to yell greetings from troops, and have kids running around with missing shoes and half-melted ice pops. Someone was always grilling something that smells way better than whatever sad dinner I was about to make.I climbed the stairs to the apartment, keys jangling, almost in slow motion. Physical exhaustion was one thing, but mental exhaustion? That was soul shredding. I pushed open the door, aggressively removing my shoes and clothes.I found my sounding board sprawled on the couch, eating Cheetos, laughing at something on her phone. When was the last time I could relax and watch something for entertainment purposes? Definitely not since I got this job.“Hey,” I call out, locking the door behind me. “I

CHRISTOFI waited. That was the first anomaly of my morning. Tanisha was always punctual, too punctual sometimes. She appeared at the estate every weekday like a tax I couldn’t evade, notepad in hand, already talking before I’d finished my first coffee in the car. Our morning drives were strictly for efficiency. Briefings, schedules, updates delivered with the urgency of someone who understood that my time was worth more than hers.So when she didn’t show, I noticed. I checked my watch several times, she was an hour late. If only she knew this was her last straw, her being late caused growing agitation under my skin. I convinced myself there had to be a reason. Traffic, a breakdown, or a major emergency. She didn’t strike me as reckless enough to simply not show up.As the car rolled into the office building, my patience thinned. If she was in there already, she better had a good explanation waiting. She basically left me blank and exposed. No emails, no text and zero update. If there

CHRISTOFAs much as it pains me to admit, Tanisha was somewhat competent. Fourth day without a proper assistant, I was ready to commit a crime that had nothing to do with weapons or smuggling.No one ever told you how quickly the absence of one competent person could rot an entire operation. Calendars slipped, details were missed. People asked me questions they should already know the answers to. Every temporary replacement HR sent felt like a practical joke. Too eager, too slow, or catastrophically curious.It was all Tanisha’s fault. I cursed her while skimming emails, I cursed her while waiting for documents that should’ve been prepared before I asked for them, I cursed her especially when I caught myself instinctively reaching for my phone to ask where she’d filed something. Only to remember I’d fired her.She knew when to speak, when to disappear, when to anticipate without asking. That kind of competence was irritating in retrospect. You never missed it until it was gone.The ca

CHRISTOFMy thoughts remained contemplative, as I walked into my exquisitely curated living room. The lighting was soft, security reduced to a hum in the background. With heavy steps, I made it up the stairs, and went straight to the bedroom.Pepa was already in bed, still awake. She was scrolling on her phone, hair secured in a bonnet, face lit faintly by the screen. She looked up when I entered, smiling like she hadn’t spent the entire day being the emotional epicenter of my life.“You’re late,” she said lightly.“I know.”I sat on the edge of the bed but didn’t lean back. My mind was still elsewhere, still across a table from Roman, still hearing his voice, still replaying the exact moment he’d asked me to secure him a date, as if I were some pimp.I considered calling my men. It would’ve taken one message. They’d come, we would sit, talk in circles, weigh risks we already understood. They wouldn’t say it outright, but they’d expect me to move forward. I had told them we were chang

TANISHAI stood up so fast, the chair screeched against the floor, one leg catching awkwardly. I thought it might actually tip, that would have been poetic. I was almost impressed, really. This man must think he had some commanding spell over me.“A date,” I repeated, testing the word. “You intentionally made me come all the way down here, made me wait an hour. Held my paycheck hostage.” My eyes lifted to his, steady, dangerous in a quiet way. “For a date?”Christof leaned back, fingers steepled, that maddening calm stitched to his face. Like he hadn’t just crossed about twelve moral borders with a grin.“It’s simple,” he said. “You have dinner with the man, you’re charming. You leave, deal closes. You get your job back.”That did it. I laughed so loudly, I wasn’t entirely sure the sound came from me. Disbelief cracked through me, I doubled over.“Oh— you are a sick man. Do you know that?”His brow twitched, barely noticeable, but it was there.“Using me as Pepa’s personal slave girl