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,

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end. But his expressio

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