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 tilted my head, my eyes taking in the painting. Something in my chest ached at it. I've only gone to a few of these events and some would always ask me how I felt while staring at a painting. Try and get my opinion before they buy it.
That whatever I felt is what it was.
I hated the way I felt though.
Lost?
Sad?
Fuck. Being sad was out of the question, but yet there was still something heavy that weighed in on me. Tugging at all the wrong strings in my heart that threatened for tears to spill.
I blinked once. And then twice.
Deciding that this painting did make me feel lost. I didn't know what the hell to do with my life. All of it was always wasted on what the men in my life wanted to do with it.
The only things I did for myself was paint. And well I guess I did fuck Alessio for myself.
I took my bottom lip into my teeth, forcing myself to not cry right now. Life wasn't fair, so what? I couldn't do anything about it. This is just what my fate was, what the dice had rolled for me. The universe had thrown me at the feet of mob men where I was nothing but a body to look at. I was no one to them.
But yet I didn't want to be no one.
As stupid as it fucking sounded I wanted to be-
Loved.
It was stupid and pathetic to want to be loved and to love someone.
It was crazy that something as simple as art could make me feel this way and stir emotions I never wanted to feel.
I shouldn't have come to this goddamn art showing if I knew it was going to make me cry. And I needed to leave before-
"I think I like your hair like this."
I briefly closed my eyes at the familiar strong voice behind me. I felt him as he stood next to me. The warmth of him made my body buzz with electric heat that made all my muscles relax. The feel of his suit jacket against my leather jacket felt like a match trying to catch on fire.
I couldn't help myself as I glanced over at him and then looked away quickly, trying to cover any sadness I already had out on display. It was easy to let go around Alessio.
"Well I didn't do it for you," I muttered, my voice coming out less snappy than usual. I could tell he had shaved since the last hours we hadn't seen each other. His hair was slicked back and not so messy. I could feel the thickness of it through my fingers right now.
"Good."
I pulled my eyebrows together, not fully looking at him, "good?"
