Stolen by the Mob Boss - A Mafia Romance

ather didn't last, either. It took the murder of my family to

se unless there was trouble and they needed their big brother to come and fix their messes. Everything with them see

too serious. When the nurse stepped in with an officer, I thought I'd done something wrong. But they were

questions I had. They just told me that I couldn't go home. Police

dream. Or rather, a nightmare. But that solemn look on the nurse's face is seared into my memo

uld, but at seventeen years old, I was nearly an adult. I could live on my own. For a while, I mana

e that stole my family from me. It wasn't some fucked-up junkie

lood was on my

life, who'd been taking care of me in the months and years since ... they were

and there: I would make the

et from the nightclub ya

recording her, cheering her on and encouraging her to say something for her social media ac

off!" sh

he growls

ing out against

c. And yet in some way

newsfeed, every moment is captured forever like a bug trapped in amber. They'll ne

eir feet and before their eyes. Oblivious and carefree, this night will be one they remember f

e been sent

ng himself down until he locates his pack of cigarettes. He takes one out

ng

. They're not people. Get too attached to them and it just makes delivering the body that much more difficult. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the couple still makin

in a low voice, ask, "

ickly lights another for me. I stopped smoking ten years ago, but I

out here?" he ask

osses my face.

a c

oing someth

ad. "Not unless you consider st

as the cheating type. But then again, I'm a hired killer. Not

at she doesn't know

man. He needs someone in his life and I can't do the same thing my dad did. I wish t

baby. I let him talk and pretend to listen, all the while keeping the two horny twenty-somethings in my line of sight. I can't make a move until they're gone, but they co

ot to foot. Joshua glances at me and

t the wall, willing myself to be patient. This is just like

. I can finally breathe again. Now, Joshua and I are alone. No more witn

good,"

e says these things are gonna ge

ly he

p cloth covering his face. He tries to jerk away. I grab him and pull him closer, holding him still as I watch his hands flutter. The man has more fight in

a up over my shoulder. With a quick glance behind me to make sure no one can see us, I stagger back to my car parked at the end of the alley. He

s and shortcuts comes as naturally as hunting for me. I consider twisting the knob of the radio but decide against it. It might wake Joshua

s the warehouse district. My mind

e, I've drunk gallons of booze and spilled ten times that amount in blood.

onsible would start the healin

ged my life forever. The anger inside me grew lik