The Waitress Is Actually A Mafia Queen
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floors as a waitress to t
t Blake, a poor girl
hter of the Capo dei Capi, th
hree seconds for h
staurant wearing a dress too tight for a
a servant, throwing
r, she slapped a tray of bo
ding. My skin bli
o defend me. I waited
his investors, panic
sperate to keep the peace. "Kneel i
eel to a mistress just
e one holding the deed
n't k
into the deep fryer
eam kicked down the doors
I said, watching the bl
he lan
pte
man I was promised to was a King, but it took only three seconds of him
zing like an angry hornet trapped in
o look at the screen
nn
. The man who thought I was just Blake, the qu
the dev
e's important to the busi
as the heavy oak doors of
ly smelled of old money, cigars, and the kind o
cheap vanilla perf
uarez w
was wearing a red dress that was too short, too tight, and
ress; she was a walkin
f my apron, the rough fab
yal. My father was David Shaw, the Capo d
that would keep the Bishop family fr
testing me. He thought he was seeing if a "co
as the one holding
was f
and. The bouncer, a soldier
ervation," Ricci said. His voice was pol
flinch. She
rfectly manicured nails bar
i stumbl
t her
an had just put hands on a
p family wasn't just crack
ar and snapped her fin
. Rock
nder look
he corner booth, nursing a scotch. He w
aden. Then he lo
at the b
bile rise i
ce and honor, had just bowed to a woman wh
on the stool. Her
ile; it was the smile of a preda
she cal
dn't
ce shrill. "My car is out front. The
a set of k
e air, silver glinting
't cat
st and clattere
ike a gunshot i
ye turn
m up," Ja
e keys. Then I
" I
hung in
e went red.
voice my father used before he ordered a hit. "I serve f
sto
his heavy footsteps
k at Jaden. H
bbed m
s dug into
was a death sentence. Touching
idn't know
d in my ear. "She has a Blood Debt clai
ood
e in the book. A
business integrity. He was letting a civilian ru
at Mark's ha
go,"
lake," Mark said. "D
d my ar
d up th
ght she had won. She th
out my ph
message
tress is throwing keys at the
y came i
se a scene. I have t
over respect. He cho
playing wit
in my hand. Then I lo
oing to pa
e this entire relat
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