Devil in a Suit - A Mafia Romance

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assroom, trying not to think about my past. But that's the

d all I want to do is run away. All I ever wanted to do was run away. I su

eally started in earnest. I hate the way that I cried as I ran through the house. I hate the

I hea

g of my fat

ld, Jekyll-and-Hyde bastard. For years, I was terrif

is, just

ng it's not. But lately,

ng. But before he can find me, before he can let loose, my big brother li

t as bad. Maybe the craziness was in

student. Lucille is a Mexican woman with sass for da

e clouds, gir

pishly. She's caught me red-h

here." She sh

oman living a regular life. Introducing: Hazel Conway, anonymous twenty-four-year-old and woefully

and simple. I wish thing

etter," she

," I correct, taking on

er, some of them taking cookies from the little table at the front. I spent all

he thoughts and get starte

just laughing and telling me I'd never in a million years be able to pronounce them. They are black-haired and brown-eyed and mov

kers sit, just like in high school

without an ounce of desire to be here. They smack loudly on the cookies I made. Their leader,

hem and ke

e a couple of times, but I sense that there's something shady about them. I've got a good radar for that. Too good. So I'm

arn myself

ooker," J

," Lucille cor

hoes. Both of th

own hair and a vague scar over his left eye. He looks worn-out. He keeps his hand near his hip, like there's

which is exactly what he does right now, not even

Keep your head down. That's the whole

lights up a cigar, grinning like he's

el's back well a

ing. He probably believes m

n both

iya, who has had a cough recently, throws a pained glance

it, I march over there and

n't want to learn? This is a no-smoking building. Just because you want to give you

stand. But I know for damn sure that he

scrape. I don't have to look back to know that it's Lucille, readying herself for war.

I snarl

at us, chest-to-chest like wrestlers in a grudge match. His

ing ridiculous. He can't smoke in here. And they need to stop disrupting the class. If they

rawled Italian. More laughter from his p

wouldn't want them pointed at me. "If you think you got cojones, spit in English. I'll make you my lapdog." She flound

st in Yoda's voice: "Li

alian growls. "

fuck

to his feet. More hands stray towards more hips. It's more of an instinct, I thin

violence, the way I have many times befor

understand that he has crossed a line, Miss Conway. I also understand tha