A Deal With The Italian Mafia
ave eaten
ation? But now, seconds from walking down the ai
nds clammy. And my stomach
st walk. One foot in front
eked from behind the massi
a fainting spell. What the hell was I thinking, pro
, I nodded weakly. Sur
d. A sea of eye
sea, but definit
st marble-loud, too loud. Each clic
ich felt... wrong. This wasn't lov
e, I made the fatal m
xpression unreadable, like he
riat
ed to chuck it at his smug fa
nful step, toward the man who had k
speak, just took my hands and turned us to face t
l,
fted my chin, ignoring the way
t love, commitment, devotion-I w
ual expression? He looked like he wanted
ly-"It's time to e
nk
slipped from my fingers like
the drea
kiss yo
h.
ss. With my
ino slid an arm around my waist and pulled me cl
. And just like t
ack like not
stood there-m
ust bla
ured as he turned
followed his lead, f
was some fairytale romance inste
ace unreadable, though I caught a
utiful up there
p," I m
"Nice save wi
Meanwhile, I was still replaying The Kiss on an endless loop-no
t maybe... I was
of his lips. The way his hand had
t of it
Unfortunately, that's whe
o pass out back there," he said.
ked o
away, opened the car door, and sli
frozen
ke the thir
to sleep standing
amble
s smiles-mafia dons, their wives, political
champagne. "To t
loyalty," ano
y. Sure. Try fe
asses, taking a sip. Th
mist
-
ino's
at nothing. Her cheeks flushed, smile lazy,
pagne," she declared
" I muttered, catching
poking my chest. "I
and tossed her o
she yelled, k
happe
kidnappin
n't I just leave
till mumbling nonsense. I dro
le
huffed, rolling aro
had only a few drinks, b
grabbed
t enough before I
into my shirt. Lips
a," I
kiss
've pull
idn
lips, body arching int
ng her closer. The kiss turned hungr
way. I tore it off.
ed my name, everythi
-
ia's
the sinking realization that
want to think about, and worst of
rtl
hat si
d myself
vivid detail. The kiss.
thinking a
shut. Maybe this
finitely
ll asleep, still looking sinfu
. O
I could escape. No gu
he soreness. I crept to the door,
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