Devil in a Suit - A Mafia Romance

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with him. To be perfectly honest, I don't want to know-mostly because I don't want to spend a single nanosecond

my brain wanders. That name, De Maggio ... I've heard that before, attached to some less-than-savory rumors. I have no

. Heck, I decided that ri

ookbook, something I rarely do. I usually rely on gut instinct. But right now, I'm downright distracted. I've heard of phantom

l taste like a sweaty sock. It doesn't take Martha freaking Stew

into the corner, and then go into the bedroom and walk ov

his is where I go to war-against myself. I run until my legs are sore and screaming at me to stop. If my legs could talk, I'm pretty sure they'd m

I don't ha

works, at least. How

moments, I wasn't been sure if I was going to be able to take him. Then I remember the rele

lly need to get myself together.

loudly toward the end that, if anyone's taking

or. Red-faced, wide-eyed, slightly shocked ... yep, exactly how I l

floor. The water licks down my body, beading and clinging on my nipples. I try not to, I re

ping, rock-hard abs pressed against my back as

y lips. I slip my finger in

I'm bringing myself to a q

el any

n a lit

ave to get ready for class soon. I haven't missed one yet, and I don't plan to. Maybe it's not my passion

e is, what he does. Enough to know I should run. Maybe I woul

f a stern warning look in the mirror by the front door when I'

Carlo De

right strange, like I've walked into an alternate reality. The Italians are now seated at the front of class like the nerdy

nificant look as I tak

" I say, shrugging off my hand

s. And, I notice, the cigar-smoking bastard is conspicuously absent. I'm torn between wanting to

thout having to ask. After all, who e

ody ready

les. "But we got some sad news.

g for the Ukraine very soon. Tomorrow. And I wanted to say thank you, Miss Hazel. You have helped me a lot and I have lots of thanks for

oduces a knitted sweater in

colors." She stands awkwardly when she's finished. She did so grea

to shedding a tear. I take the sweater, then

whisper. "You better

g and pull the sweater on. I feel like a moody teenager; the

alians keep scribblin

under his lip, raises his hand to ask to use the bathroom. I just shake my head in disbelief, and then have to turn it into a nod to let him know it's okay.

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