When a drunken night out leads to Rose Delacour meeting the mysterious American Mafia Boss, Clecentine Huxley, she can't help but give in to her beauty and charms.
Young and carefree Rose Delacour didn't expect her night out at the bar to result in...
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When I first came to New York from Paris I hadn't expected to be swept into the world of the mafia for a year.
A part of me felt certain about getting involved with some dangerous shit in the mafia, but I was already in a lot of bullcrap, how worse could it get?
I was currently on my way to meet Clecentine, whom I had been trying to find for a while now. This place sure was a labyrinth.
Walking for a while longer I found myself in front of a door, one that didn't look like it would lead to another pathway or bedroom because I heard faint noises from the other side.
Lifting my hand to knock I stepped forward when I was stopped by a gentle yet stern voice, ''Wait. Please stop.''
I turned around swiftly, my hair whipping around in the process, softly slapping my face. In front of me was a woman couple of years older than me in a black and white uniform.
''Madam is inside. She is having a meeting I suppose. I suggest you wait till it's over miss.'' With that important piece of advice, she left.
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After what felt like hours even though it was only a few minutes the door finally opened to reveal a fifty-something man walking out.
I looked inside and caught Clecentine's eye who motioned me to come inside.
Running a hand through my unkempt hair I walked inside, not missing how posh her office looked.
She looked quite hot sitting on the chair in her white suit, with a neutral expression on her face, a pen moving back and forth in her left hand.
''Yes?''
''Um, I wanted to ask if I could go back to my apartment to get my things here.'' I asked politely, playing with my fingers and biting my lips.
Her eyes first fell on my lips then on my fingers and she answered in her signature neutral voice, ''Yes you may. Walter will accompany you with two bodyguards.''
''Okay,'' I looked around before landing my eyes on her again, ''Also Clecentine,'' I didn't miss the way her grip on the pen tightened, ''Am I allowed to go outside these premises?''
