The Boss | A MAFIA ROMANCE | SAMPLE ONLY

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Vianna Rose 🌹

"You'd think that he'd appreciate the fact you're hot as hell and fucking lovely. Your husband is a damn fool."My sister, Juliet, huffed with a disapproving glare intended just for me.

"He's very complimentary of me, Jules, you know this," I reminded her, sifting through the oranges.
Rick didn't like the bruised ones, and I was sick of throwing them out.

"I've never liked him, and I'm not ever going to disguise it, Rosie."

Four plump oranges later, I'm checking my shopping list to make sure I've got everything.

"I mean, look at me and tell me you're happy."

I load the grocery into the conveyor belt, shooting my sister a look.

"Of course I'm happy. I wouldn't be with him otherwise. Anyway, let's talk about your love life."

Juliet scoffed.
"Ain't that just a fucking joke."

I hid a smile, trying to tot up the grocery in my head. Rick wasn't bringing much home, and my job in house sales relied heavily on commission.

Which isn't much use when the housing market is down.

Like now.

"Where is he anyway?" Juliet continued, chucking a load of candy bars onto the belt.

"At work."

"You mean he's hanging around the car dealership waiting for one of the real men to throw him a bone?"

"Juliet, stop. I get it; you don't like him. But he's my husband."

Juliet clicked her tongue, shaking her head.

"He's changed, Rosie! When you met him, he had ambition. He didn't rely on you for money or constantly talk about your tits in public."

I groaned, shooting a look around the line behind us.
"Can you watch your mouth?"

"Ha! You can't handle the truth!" Juliet cried, pushing me forward gently. "You married him young; it's okay to admit you made a mistake."

The cashier gives me a faint smile, throwing my items through like she's on commission herself.

"Nineteen eighty-five."

Phew. No more than twenty.

"You know I've got money if you need it."

"I know."

While I packed my groceries, Juliet continued her assault on Rick.

"When does he ever make you feel good?"

I shook my head, refusing to answer her.

Rick had changed; that much was true. But he still had ambition, but it was a different kind. That's all.

"Every night, if you must know." I threw at Juliet, enjoying her retorting eye roll.

"It doesn't take much to be good in bed."

We made our way to Juliet's car, loading the trunk until it groaned with the weight.

"How much did you spend?" I laughed, nodding at the bulging bags.

Juliet shrugged.

"It's mainly wine and pizza, so it wasn't too bad."

The drive home was relatively silent, and I watched my sister rage at the cars as she weaved in and out.