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The Mafia Prince Series - Book One
Theodora Lane is one step away from achieving every designer's dream - Skye Maxwell. Thea is over the moon when she discovers the fashion icon herself has booked an appointment wit...
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"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I asked, sprawled on the boutique floor. One moment I was talking with Leah, trying to save her from drowning and another I was on the floor. My back throbbed from where he dropped me moments ago. He stood there like a statue, not even pretending to help.
Bastard.
"That's what I need to ask you. You seem to have a knack for destroying my wardrobe," he said, folding his arms across his chest. My eyes darted to the red dye splattered across his shirt, my handprints now adding color to the white fabric. Doesn't he own anything other than white?
"And you seem to have a knack for wearing impractical colors," I retorted, struggling to get up. "Maybe if you diversified your wardrobe, you wouldn't have these problems."
He sighed dramatically, extending a hand that I grudgingly accepted. "If you weren't such a walking disaster, my wardrobe wouldn't need diversification."
"Who let you in anyway?" I asked, looking around my boutique. I saw no one. Where was Pattie? I distinctly remember telling her Skye Maxwell would be arriving, and she needed to receive her because I was busy with the new designs; Leah had come up with the idea of putting our handprints on t-shirts for a limited edition.
"Funny how I had the same question. Who was stupid enough to let you in?" He poked a finger in my chest, frowning. We were now a breath away from each other. I briefly considered spitting in his face but thought otherwise.
"I'll have you know that this is my boutique. And you are something we don't entertain in our store." I pointed at the sign hanging against the glass door at the entrance. "See? No pets allowed."
His eyes narrowed as he followed my gesture, then flicked back to me, a dangerous glint in them. "You've got quite a mouth on you, haven't you?" he said, his voice low and menacing.
"I learned from the best," I shot back, not backing down. My heart pounded in my chest, adrenaline coursing through me. This man, with his impeccable suits and cold demeanor, was trouble. And I didn't need more trouble in my life.
He smirked, a predatory look crossing his face. "You think you're clever, don't you? Let's see how clever you are when your little boutique goes under."
"You don't scare me," I lied, my voice wavering slightly. "Now, if you're done ruining my day, I have work to do."
"As do I. You see, I have better things to do than dealing with pests like-" His stopped mid-sentence starring at something behind me.
"What? Cat got your tongue?"
"Theodora, darling! There you are!" Skye's voice was a melody of warmth and charm. Her eyes sparkled with genuine delight as she approached me. She glided across the room with effortless grace, her elegance accentuated by the string of pearls that adorned her neck. Her black hair was styled into a flawless updo, and her warm smile could have softened even the sternest of hearts.
