Mafia's Little Dove
of the cab window, watching the mansions
press trees, as if demanding privacy even from their neighbors. These weren't ju
she doi
these estates lived in a completely different world. One where money flowed li
hing. The number was nauseating. With a tight jaw, she transferred the money from her dwi
c. Just f
he ingredients she had carefully packed that morning, and stepp
e stretched in every direction-a manicured garden to the left, a pristine tenni
n conversing near the entrance, their voices low. Everything ab
n there
fit, suddenly self-conscious. She hadn't heard from Hector all m
k they'd pick so
way, she walked toward
in black, eyed he
as clipped, authoritative.
n." His gaze dragged over her, assessing. She squared
d and pressed a button on the sec
o i
d the handles of her bag. The closer she got to t
re her, carved with intricate designs. As she hesitated, the doors swung open, and a
d." Her voic
re for the competition, yes
, ma
ped inside, the opulence of the
liers casting a golden glow. The floors gleamed,
ing to statues, others vanishing down hallways.
ld
ovement-it was as if the mansion had swallowed
arrived early, which is good. The m
ter?" Gra
ne, though she wasn't sure why. Gracie led her through a series of
g up. Three women and one man. Sienna barely had t
r wants sexy cooks, not... her." Sienna's jaw clenched. She did
it was anything but kind. "Not that it matters. I'll b
tion. As if she owed the world thinness. As if her wo
t them
ple but deeply comforting meal her mother used to make. It was a Spanish-inspired dish of mashed potatoes a
he warmth of those early years when she and- Her
ht made h
it
onteneg
thought about it
?. Or could he just be the same
gnised him if he wa
more, so she wouldn't know what he looked li
o him, why he and his mom never vis
, wherever he was. She f
could
oredom crept in. The master still hadn't arrived, and the thought of
d, endless hallways stretching in all directions. So
she s
stu
She stepped inside, greeted by walls lined with bookshelves, d
as d
da
desk. Something about the way it had been turned up
fr
was him. Rocco. A younger Rocco, st
moth
nds tr
he hel
aces en mi oficina?" [What the fuck are you doing
r ribs. And there he was. The man from the
d at him-she saw past the expensive suit,
Monten
end. But his expressio
war
ly
't reme