Devil in a Suit - A Mafia Romance

awlessly from his lips, but I choose to take his support instead of asking w

Nor do I care. I just want them to

cigar. But he takes a vicious pleasure in grinding it into one of my cookies and then tossing both into the tra

hat up!

h your luck," he mutters. "I think it's

d image of stiletto heels coming into kissing contact with arrogant Italian balls. But in th

"I'll shove it so far up his ass

. I make a mental note to start incorpo

eyes don't fit in his face properly. They go back and forth as I walk around the front of

, is a feeling I am

orchestrate that pendejo," Lucille

of the street lamps are broken. Johnny, Max, and Sofiya have already left, but the Italians are taking their sweet time.

te?" I ask

motion with her finger

castr

says. "That clear enoug

head. "I'

d," Lucille tuts, giving me

e to prepare for the next class. If I'm feeling particularly charged up, I'll sometimes sketch a little. But tonight, I just want to g

uch

e glass double doors-Mr. Lung Canc

early trying hard to fin

un. Nothing drastic; a small caliber, something for defense. He sees me reaching for the flap of the bag and he wagg

open the side door, and walk out into the night. That je

sh, I'm somehow backed up against the exterior wall of the building, his bulk a sh

s cheek with my fingernails. All viable, but I need to make sure it

ing like a sexist caveman. Tarzan love

fore I make you regret it," I hiss. Miracul

trange in this rundown part of town that for a second, everything seems

s in

handsome. Over six feet, muscled, his thick arms filling out his steel-gray suit. Even i

. The only thing that moves is his hand, a tiny twitch in his fingers, as though he's strumming an invisible guitar. He's

ow flustered I've gotten. This is not the ti

ell the big Italian, "or I'm

king to the Italian but looking at me. "She doesn

if to apologize. The limo man waves a hand toward the minivan, and my

eyes like jewels at the bottom of a pool of water. His voice is deep

. Nope. No way. I have far too much at stake to thr

ling that,"

reatening a smile. He seems amused. "And h

with one handsy jerk? I've d

ays. "Or rather, I belie

I ask sarcastically. "How fun

completely still. Except for his eyes, and those lips: full, tempti

employees or whatever. Which means this is the one who's responsible for them being here

ole wants me

n hell fr