Owned by the Mob Boss - A Mafia Romance

Alena slumps on top of the big br

hould call the cleanup crew. My chest is heaving in shock and w

e murder. It would make me look reachable, vulnerable to those who wish to do me ha

deal with

. "I thought we trained you better than this," I s

MI

ass on the messa

opposite of how I feel right now. I'm so tired I could just collapse onto the desk, but

u. Have a plea

e end of the day for me. The glory of my second job, working the overnig

ng pan and into

d walk across the office

whose light green eyes often flit down to my shirt. Which is strange, because I make sure to h

g out. Is there any

pale glow of the streetlights. "No, but please, let m

o do that," I protest

ogether. "I would never be able to f

rty feet from the exit. But Dr. Delson walks close to me. I shift away, trying not to be too obvious abo

e doing great work. Really excellent." His

ng calls and booking appointments, but I incline m

If he tries to do anything to me, I'll implement the two-step plan I learned fro

, knee to

or the pepper sp

mille, call

to do everything I can to keep him from running wild with his hot young secretary fantasies, but mostl

of my handbag and give them

" But he doesn't

ittery. I almost turn and just climb into the car, but there is something

say at length, no

offended him. "I actually wanted to t

O

dian angel, fairy godmother, anyone. I know where this is going. He's hinted

red. This time, he's not

s in the area," he says. "And I'm allowed to bring a

orry," I say, as apologetically as I can muster, "but I can't. I'm to

re between a sneer and a leer.

in a sl

way he says my name; it makes my skin crawl. "It's the least you could do. It would be a real s

. "Forget it, Dr. Delson. If you're g

ep back, laug

d man who interviewed me a few months ago, or even the lecherous

or girl at his mercy. I wonder if this

ves a

d luck out there, Camille.

en I storm into the house, heart still po

From the way he's tap-dancing his fingers on the backs of his elbows, I know he must have money

I snapped at him once in an argument, it doesn't mean you get the righ

I walk across the apartment to Mom's room. Her caretaker, Jackie

ls to me, "I'm so

mething wro

ant fear that something catastrophic will happen when I'm not here to comfort her. Leaving the house every day for work practically gives me an anxiety attack.

How have her moods been? Has she

w, but no more than usual. No, it is just that I am still out two weeks' pay. I wouldn't brin

nside, I'm screaming. That

'm not the only person in

Don't worry. I'm rea

t the money, leaving a pitiful th

e yo

rrow." She starts to leave, then pauses, studying my face

cing smile. "Always," I tell her. "You

She puts her hand on my sh

then. Have a

ing up in her chair, snoring softly. She looks peaceful. A

I sigh, smooth the hair back from her f

n I return to the de

team