Unprotected with the Mob Boss - A Mafia Romance

s so pale, it borders on silver. Every one of her features is delicate. I spotted her at

, it was like he'd be

an might think it's cute, but all I can think is that my lieutenant

of puff pastries stuffed with beef. Pirozhki. "I can't

emple. It turns into a playful nibble. She laughs. They star

ods into his chest. He takes the plate from

a," I reply. "Go

e displays of Mariya's Revenge. I pour mys

table, I watch the cleaning staff come in. They give me quick sm

e numerous discarded shot glasses. He doesn't look at me. I can see his

ask quietly. He nearly jumps, bu

tle bit, maybe. I have a daughter and son at home. They're a

the man. He's thin, wrinkled, with the slightest paunch han

is you

rto,

married,

ir. We celebrated our twenty-

sip. "Do you

of course. She's a good person, she's

e thinks I will do to him. I toy with the clasp of my watch bef

when he draws himself up and speaks again, there's a haughty pride in his voice. An undercurrent

o be a joke, but there's too much alcohol in my syst

ppears in an instant. His hands start to quiver enou

espected him for

ike that. I just meant that ... when I was

I am beneath

es, it's just so late when I work, my mouth tends t

"Take your coworkers with you.

gain, I'm so sorry. I di

iefly to talk to his two cow

one of them

ey're gone,

LI

. It must be difficult for him to cry with the fake eyegl

on. The same shade of brown hair, the same broad chest, and the same clean-shaven faces. The biggest diff

muse. Even though I know better than to make a legal case personal, there's nothing I hate more than a drunk driver. I can't avoid

nt. It's as fake as the rest of him. "We've heard people speculate wha

but at the time, I didn't realize it would lead to all this. I didn't realize anything had happened

m. I glance over at the jury. The sympathy on their faces triggers a bullet

ss before he wipes his

erson. I'm far from it. But I was just ... at the wrong place, at the wrong time. I was ... yes, it's true I was at a nightclub. Maybe I wasn

confession isn't coming, but there's stil

ard, I say to myself silentl

thought ... at most, I thought maybe it was a dog. I stopped near where I thought the car was when I saw the brake lights. I must have driven past or not far enough ... I looked around the area. I never found anythin

et, but he quickly shifts to looking at the district attorney, Elizabeth Har

alled 911 if you had hit this

at's true. But it was three years ago. I'd just broken up with my fiancée, I'd gone to AA, and ... it was a Good Samaritan that saved my life that day. His name was Greg Lowe and I've been waiti

ng into the preacher's sermon. She's wearing a crucifix. If this case

in my throat. There's a b

ouglas. Your hone

y sit