Sold to the Mob Boss - A Mafia Romance

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a club is the best way to do business. Or a butcher shop, for the old-school types. But the stench of uncooked meat a

" one of the bouncers says

ts, the thumping of the newest pop hit, and half naked girls who can barely hold their drinks crowd the room. When one of the drunken

to a customer. My gaze travels to the man on the other side of the counter. Blood cover

k up to Krissy.

he guy and answers, "Motherfucker felt it app

a bottle ov

ter. She's tough. It's one of the reasons I hired her. Th

is face mottled crimson, his eyes popped, his tree-trunk neck strained.

ser, perfectly composed, and speaks her next words just

stick around and watch him melt down. With a barely concealed smir

art with

about the bill; your drinks are on the house." I hate

nna stop me from suing this p

I can't stand dealing with drunken idiots. If he wants t

ils, move next to

s, and then you could be going to jail for sexu

come out of his mouth. Instead, his friends drag him

ices, the man would've disappeared, for good. No one messes with my business or my family. Hell, I would've had him killed if Krissy had

issy doesn't get herself in any more trouble for the night," I say to

ice, I make myself a glass of gi

nlike me to be so sentimental. But murdered men have a

esk, the art, the chair I'm in-all of it was once his. I claimed this office a

of every Scuderi motherfuck

ather's blood, so I spilled theirs ten

pitalized with an emotional breakdown, never to recover quite fully. I did what I

Fuck. W

r again. Not even ten fuckin

rdinates, drag in an elderly ma

he expensive rug that spreads from wall to wall. As he struggles to p

s exactly li

sticky, sour taste in its path, like blood on my tongue. I can feel a be

rough the haze and dr

dues for the past month," Vinny say

usiness has been rough. With the chain superma

o help the man to his feet, dust off his jacket. He looks like he needs a night off, n

ou asked for protection, so you

Lavrin, I'm

rced to drag you before me. Bring me my payment by the end of the week-no, double it. A penalty for the frustration you hav

and he cries out as Vinny and Thomas each grab an arm and pull him through the door

s of that haunted feeling still linger in my chest. For

on the doo

of the gin in my glass. When it comes to Eitan, there's no cha

kes my hand and walks over to the chair

n Krissy and the old man, I'm not sure how much more I can take tonight. How did my father deal with this stress f

, boss?"

adache." I plop down into m

ugh. One day, she might

She'd do something stupid and have t

with diplomacy," he intones. My father's words.

ck for the ones in charge-namely, me. When I was a younger man, I used to look forward to the auctions. So much beauty, all