Midnight Purgatory - A Mafia Romance

charm bracelet on her wrist. I don't think she's even aware she's doing it. I glance down

says at last. "It's nice

no. Not anymore. "It wasn't an offer, nar

tays stubbornly rooted in place

t to just go off into strange places

trespassers on sight. Whose

he looks terrified suddenly and I don't blame her-my mother did tell me that, actually, and it was m

g about who I am or what kind of organization I lead. She's just a shy, scared woman-albeit an

an extra tetanus shot lying next to the half-eaten salad and the moldy loaf of bread that are no doubt rotting in your refrigerator right now. I happen to have medical supplies aplenty. So do yourself a favor: stop

I stick out my hand. She flinches awa

I tell her. "No

es her tiny hand in

Now, are you going to walk to my hou

YS

t to

want him to think I

ugh space will be able to see my red cheeks. Uri will feel me radiating nuclear-level embar

for his rock-hard physique and symmetrical bone structure, that is. I me

ast from the reading nook in my bedroom. But I ogle

slightest hint that he knows he lives in the fucking Taj Mahal of L.A. I do my best not to gawk as we pass by double-hei

massive bow windows that hug the curve of the room. A maid cleaning

sis. Better you

bring in the first

household staff.

I know everything about this man. But also, I

with the superhuman proportions of a Kardashian.

ll remember the first time I saw them playing. My head was first turned by the shirtless, sculpted perfection of Uri's abs. But it stayed turned because of the way h

ll with impeccable biceps, washboard abs, and a face that could make the angels weep

and I used to be with each othe

t was the real reason I was maybe slightly too interested in U

as the reason I just accepted

e if there's a human b

it

ws. I scowl at my submissiveness, but it's too late to muster up some backbo

nice house

when people compliment their homes.

lity is a

y finer q

at awkwardly as I look around in search of something to talk about. I'm not the

live

estion offensive. "I have staff. S

fami

with is not actually his brother. Maybe he

't that be

, left the door to the cabinet she was cleaning open. I ca

t your

. Uri's blue eyes skewer me impatiently. "I don't t