Sold to the Mob Boss - A Mafia Romance

, and stop in the middle of the

sito," Wen

It's supposed to be the hottest place in town, meaning it's guaranteed to be a

the chilled ceramic floor. I turn the dial, old and metallic, and let out a sigh as the hot water trickles down

ead to my room where Wendy and Jenna are waiting. "So, just an outfit, right?" I say t

a blow dryer and pumps the trigger like a crazy wo

ght not like the idea of getting a sexy makeover, I'm not opposed to being pampered a bit. So while

rogram or if I should keep pursuing the job hunt first. Some of the firms I've been perusing offer t

ulder, startling me out of my reveri

ning your future career," Wendy says as she tw

s, there's not much else for me to do except sit still while you p

ws it on my bed while Wendy fishes out the cobalt-blue shirt I have in my closet. The one with the lo

dy brought in. Why do we have to be the same size shoe? I swear the universe hat

e eyelashes and dark red lipstick. The one with loose flowing locks

. I fe

trip over a sidewalk curb and break

se

oommates, my sight blurring fr

n't have time to redo you

he necessary items for the night, including cash and my portable phone charger. Jenna and Wendy are ready five minute

e," Jenna chirps. We pose

ever seen as we wait to get into Club Exposito. The thumping music is so loud, no one really needs to go in

over is on me

k how pretty you both made me tonight. I'

ll win. So, with a dismissive wave of their hands, they turn and hand their IDs to the bouncer who a

rcings in his face to be a danger to any magnets in the vicinity. He gives me

ncing under the northern lights. Smoke from dry ice swirls amongst an array of blue, gr

bs my wrist and drags me onto the

t-out. I feel like a flamingo on roller skates. I'm envious of ho

t her ridiculousness, but she's right. As I relax and

anyone else, but somehow, when Jenna, Wendy, and I hit it, the space magically clears. Of course, my roommates sand

e don't care. Inside, we're just happy; happy, and more alive than I've felt in a long time. I have that feeling of knowing that I'll never forg

g and smiling. For once, I'm glad I let them drag me out of the h

t of the way. The three of us weasel into a clearing against the mahogany

na asks, shooting

m." I wink at

and button-down shirts with slicked-back hair walks over. They are very handsome, and they d

my ear. "And what's your name?" His voice is a smooth baritone that

ite my lower lip as

" The man pulls his head

eep in conversation already. My man steps closer and his fingers