Broken Vows - A Mafia Romance

but I don't listen. I let the words roll off of me like water o

was too nervous before shift to eat anything, and now that things have finally settled into an easy rhythm, my body is about to absorb itself. So, I casually walk over to where two giant stock pots are simmering with the starter soups for the day and sc

my eyes as I eat, enjoying the blissful

ot finally left the restaurant, but she doesn't see me and walks with purpose through the kitchen and straight to Cal's office door. She opens it and s

Cal's office door slams open, bouncing off the

ve

, throwing a dish towel over top to hide th

, ch

ks like we are in the mili

keep the place running all night-I move quickly to follow his order. Because that

s on top of his shoulders with no neck in sight, and just walking across the room looks like a

the probl

gives me an apologetic wince. "Someone complaine

out. Unless Felix managed to slide another dish past me with raisin

ng with the dish or did

nd glassy, yet his temper is as sharp as ever. "I do

say, realizing too late I

can feel the floor quake under hi

on your behalf? No, this is your m

t the ground. "You're right. I'll

retie my apron around my waist, straighten my white

l Anthem at the bar and several of the tables are empty, the bussers clearing away emp

is obvious. There is a small gathering at the corner booth, and a salt and pepper-haired man in his la

n to the man yet, an

g at the man, but he doesn't speak

anted to speak wit

e eyebrow raised.

Or if my father does. Would he be complaining to me if he knew my father was head of the Furino family? I wou

e as I can muster. "I ran the kitchen ton

utcher shop. I cross my arms over my chest and spread my feet hip-width apar

of the table with three fingers. "The portions were to

le crumb in sight. Apparently, the issues wer

ow of looking around the table. "If one of my cooks und

e meet was undercooked.

if the meat was undercooked, I do not understand why you wait

to me, his smile is acidic, deadly. "How did you get this position-sous chef? Surely not by skill. You are pretty, which I'm sure did you a favor. Did you sleep with the chef? M

hing for you or bring out a complimentary dessert, I'm happy to do that. If not, I apolog

school. I actually took a class on dealing with customers, and this man is being e

s his head. "I see you do not have a ring on. That is no surprise. Men like a woman who can cook. Men don't