Owned by the Mob Boss - A Mafia Romance

terhouse. "This is getting fucking ridiculous. Shit, shit, motherfucking shit! How many guards does the local

e room, hand outstretch

and," he growls, b

n't underst

al out of it-I know firsthand that his offers to help usually end up causing more harm than good-so I just give him the SparkN

than it did in my head. I fe

uch a bad idea, then

ch. "But we do need some money, fast.

at, pett

't believe it'

us going for wha

spends all our mone

now!" he yells. "Can't make a fucking three-poi

on at him, though it misses by a

elevision. One of them has a mascot of a giant dollar bill dancing across the screen and diving into a pool

sty glare, but he ignores me. It's long past

ended up in juvie. If he didn't have a rap sheet the length of my forearm that reads like a buffet of petty crime: grand theft auto, burgl

while, sliding over to sit next to me on the couch l

s. "Rob, wh

that stubborn gleam in his eye. I know him well enough to

than the constant smell of pot or getting our mom's nur

e implication, or-most of all-the fact that

a v

admitting that to my

you think th

. "I know you. Do

ty of it all than at anything actually funny

t be our way out o

ng no sense,

know what I mean? They pay big for virgins, Camille, and all you have to do is open your legs. Anyway, it's

across the

rping of whatever late-night TV show is following the basketball game. Rob

mediately. What he said was fucked-up, sure, but

room. I'm immediately on my fee

e's on the floor, pantin

ry. "Call

g Mom everything will be okay as she stutters and dribbles and waves her hands i

of shitty hospital lobby coffee, Rob takes

's office addres

range it," he says. "Just th

ut 'otherwise,'" I interr

ll think

d, not giving

nning out

sitting in the law

ursing myself for not being able to dream

put-together receptionist knew the reason I am really here.

elf. Everything I do is for h

e you now," the rece

fident. The lawyer, Mr. Johnson, glances up at me through stylish hipster gla

coming," he s

had a choice, I almost

can continue." He slides a thick document across the

es, laughing cynically.

this be a real thing? Shouldn't someone be onto this by now? The cops, the president, Chris Hansen on To Catch a Predator? I was always told that the adult

nt.' As far as I can tell, I'm basically supposed to stand on stage with a piece o

at they're actually bidding on: yours

'fitness' and my 'willingness to work hard' in

d languag

y legs for the type of man who

hard in th

lease my

indicates and slide the papers back over to him. I haven't really processed what I just did yet, but I'm also not sure that