Stolen by the Mob Boss - A Mafia Romance

hat you're sabotaging yourself. That guy with the

g about?" I ask, try

y he was looking at you and how he kept trying to get you

.. attrac

t then? Why didn't you s

on the clock and he had a tan line where his wedding ring used to be. He probab

hat I'm talking about. You keep finding reasons not to go for m

full of other dirty napkins and wipes. "Maybe I just don't feel like dating right now. Maybe with ev

something wrong with them and turn your back the next. All I'm saying is, it couldn't hurt to

it. Other people might grow annoyed with her incessant nudging and prodding whenever an attract

ty diner. "We should probably get started on cleaning

ike a pla

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ind me, the first thing I hear

's wrong

and spring around the corner as dark thoughts race through my h

to the television. One of her soap operas is playing, an

ut a he

y day anticipating the worst, but it's another one of my tough habits to break. After

says without looking aw

o her. It may be hideous, but the couch is one of the softest things I've ever sat on in my life, and thoug

eplicas of celebrities and surrealist landmarks across the globe. Her rugs range from faux fur to homemade crochete

n understatement. That's what I love about it. None of it makes any

plays out on the screen before us. When it goes to comm

work?"

ely slow, but we got

fire on the news?"

r I see things like that on the news, but Nana knows. Sometimes I wonder if she's been

you o

e stern and strong and confident when she needs, but also uncomfortably tender and cari

her throw pillows, keeping my focus on anything but the soft

ope better. You'll learn how to take it all in, feel

eeling a twisting knife in my gut anytime I think about what happened to Mom and Dad. Not only is the wound still open from the fac

e for the death of my parents. I wanted to know who he was and why he was able to skate through life without an

he ran in the city. His entire online identity was a sterilized wasteland of uninteresting articles and picture

away with negligence because the police truly found him innocent. He used a more precious capital, one that wasn't palpable but still carried more

er a small smile and a nod. "I'll try," I say. My answer seems to sati

her pillows and fluffing it up. Recently, Nana had a health scare, and I've basically be

t trying to let the fire go, I can see that she's filtering her words and holding back what she real

t I can afford your medicine. Whatever it takes, Nana," I say. There's nothing th