Book three of the only series
They gave her one mission. They told her to find the Chicago mob Capo and get revenge. So they sent her away. She had a plan. A mindset. Goals she needed to reach.
Until she met his son.
He was supposed to be the en...
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I walked down the hallway of my father's home. Chandeliers and porcelain floors glimmering against paintings and white cream colored walls. His office at the end with the two black wooden doors. The seating area was to the right. My cousin's sat there along with one of my uncles.
Rafe looked like he had a headache and whatever his father was telling him made it worse. Dario was sitting next to him, ruffled dirty blonde hair and bags under his eyes. Joseph looked like he had partied with them too.
Fuckers.
I hope they had a shitty night without me. I had to deal with business for my father while they went and had all the goddamn fun.
Their dad, Carlo was spitting rapid Italian to Rafe. It sounded like he was giving him a lecture again and I didn't bother to listen.
"What strip club did you guys go to now?" I asked as I sat next to them. My father was nowhere to be found and if his door was closed that meant he was most likely fucking his young wife. My suspicions were confirmed when fake moaning drifted from the cracks of the closed door.
Dario glanced at Rafe before he leaned back a certain look on my cousin's face. He cleared his throat before he spoke, "I uh- forgot the name. It was down the road from downtown. I think."
I narrowed my eyes and nodded, grabbing the joint from my front pocket. I put it to my lips, letting it dangle there but not lighting it yet. My father hated when we smoked in the house, but I didn't give a shit. I'd smoke hundreds of blunts in here if I wanted to.
Dario rubbed the back of his head, avoiding looking at me.
"Don't tell me you guys went to Sinner's trap," I muttered to Dario.
Joseph grimnced from his seat across from us.
"I told you guys not to go there. I don't care how many hot women they have, it's not our property, which means I can't do anything if you guys get killed," I snapped at them, gripping my eagle engraved zippo lighter. I lit the end of the joint, watching it spark and die down as the cherry glowed.
"Exactly what Alessio said. It wasn't smart," Carlo spoke angrily.
Rafe sat up from the couch we were sitting at, lighting up his cigarette as he over at me, "it was worth the risk. The blonde curly haired woman I met blushed the second I smiled at her."
Dario laughed, "she came out of that back room with you even more flushed."
Carlo cursed under his breath in Italian, standing from his seat he walked to the window and rolled his shoulders back. It wouldn't be the first time he held himself back from throwing a punch at one of his sons for their stupidity.
Joseph shook his head, "wish I could've got to her before you did."
