Carmy is desperate to save The Beef, by any means necessary. But despite that, he can't help but be hesitant when Jimmy comes to him with a proposition - Let his troubled, estranged English Goddaughter come and work for him.
Every month Carmy can k...
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⋆ CHAPTER 5 ⋆
⋆ 'REVIEW' ⋆
(Season 1 – Episode 7)
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As it turned out, Clara had responded to one of the people who had messaged her. Or, she had reached out to one of them for help at least.
The lucky winner of some drunken communication from Clara had been Natalie, whose phone had rung at 1 am when her aid had been requested.
Which was why Clara woke up, heavy-headed and blurry eyed, on a sofa in a strange house, with Nat's husband standing over her.
"Pete, honey. Come away from her you look like a creep."
"I was just going to ask if she wanted coffee."
Natalie appeared next to her husband and urged him back but stopped upon seeing Clara was blinking up at them.
"Oh, morning sweetheart. Go make coffee Pete."
"Okay."
Pete lingered.
"Pete!"
"Do you like pancakes Clara? I could do chocolate chip or blueberry. Or both?"
"Uh." Clara's mouth was so dry she couldn't speak.
"Okay, Pete, go. I'll get you an answer about the pancakes."
Pete left.
Clara didn't want pancakes. She already felt like dangerously close to throwing up all over Natalie's spotless floors.
But her answer would have been chocolate. Obviously.
"Why do my feet hurt so much?"
"Oh, that'll be because you were running around a park without any shoes on. The same park Pete had to chase you through before you would get in the car. It looked like he was trying to kidnap you."
She passed Clara a glass of water and some sort of pill, both of which she gratefully accepted.
"A park?" She asked after which she swallowed down the pill. Ignoring the information about the ordeal she'd put poor Pete through.
"Yeah. You said something about seeing the sights."
Oh dear.
Clara choked on her second gulp of water as Natalie gave her shove. "Do you realise how stupid that was? You were drunk and alone in a place you are completely unfamiliar with. You could have been murdered."
"I know, Natalie. I'm sorry, really, but I would have been fine."
"No, you wouldn't have been Clara. I wasn't joking, a man was stabbed right by the bench we found you on, last week."
