I Sold Out a Mafia Boss

debt to pay. Mine just

s, and finding my way into the hearts of dangerous men. I'm not a cop, not a hero, and definitely not someone

ith my coffee on the counter. As always, his name

Another Case: Charles Gregory

h the article, already k

e that baffled authorities for months. Insiders at the Bureau describe him as a force to be reckoned

side and leaning back, laughin

always seem so spot-on. He takes the credit, as he always does, and

harles who gave me a purpose, or maybe a punishment, depending on how you see it. Because for all the years I've wor

d. Across the room, my latest target is laughing, throwing back drinks with his goons, unaware t

ce, the expensive suit, and the way the men aroun

n, he s

emplating his next move. I hold his gaze, smirking slightly as I shift in my seat, with the fabric of

I do-what I'v

, and requires pieces of me I'll never get back. But if it keeps me

s me. Ricardo Borrelli. I don't know much about him, just that he's my target tonight. The

tep aside without a word. His suit is expensive, custom-made, the kind that screams po

mile-slow, devious, an

ing over one shoulder, and my lips are painted blood-red, the color of temptation. The silver dress I'

ough to tell me he likes what he sees. When he reaches

ice is deep, the kind of cha

uring to the seat across

n the world. "You caught my attention th

I reply with

s. "Beautiful name fo

let the neckline of my dress do its job. "

Life's too sho

rtatious tone take center stage. "

't call me sir.

keep my composure. I tilt my head, biting my lip a

aises a finger, signaling for me to come closer.

ck you," he

lean back and whisper in return, "To

towards the door seductively. I can feel his eyes on me

crisp bills onto the counter. "Tieni il resto

is seat and fol

pull out my phone and

ng me when you're on a mission?"

voice so Ricardo doesn't overhear. "I

e is indifferent. "Goo

ow the hurt. "Okay," I murmu

h, I turn to see Ricardo stepping o

g to?" he asks with

smile. "Just letting her know

er, his car pulls up-a sleek, black Rolls-Royce Phan

the driver announces, h

slight shake of his head. "

ith a smile, and he returns it with one of his own- an expression t