Mobster’s Girl
by
Amy Rachiele
Copyright © 2012 Amy Rachiele
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or deceased, is entirely coincidental.
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
From the Author
Chapter 1
Medigan (meh-di-ghan): a seriously non-Italian person.
Megan:
“Megan!” I hear my mother calling me with her slight Irish lilt. My mother and father wanted to fit in when we came to New Jersey after Gram died. I’m not really sure why we had to move to America, but leaving my beautiful Irish cottage behind was hard. Erin was two and I was five when we moved here. Erin and I have authentic semi-Jersey accents. That would have made us fit in to this all Italian neighborhood except for our flaming red hair and milk pale skin. We stick out like firecrackers exploding on a hot July night.
“Megan! I’m not calling you again!” my mother screams.
“Coming!”
I jump down the stairs in the hall and scamper past my sister sitting on the couch watching T.V. in the living room.
“Mom wants you,” Erin says, never taking her eyes off the screen.
“Yeah thanks, I heard,” I quip sarcastically. As I cross the room, I brush my hand across the strings of my harp that sits patiently waiting for me every day. The only time I feel complete and content is when I am seated securely behind it.
In the kitchen, my mother is standing by the sink peeling potatoes. I know-cliché.
“I need you to go to the store for more potatoes and eggs. The O’Connells are coming for dinner now, and I don’t have enough for all of us.”
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Mobster's Girl
RomanceGripping my chest is the only way to hold myself together or what’s left of me will fall out. The past week has enlightened me on one thing-I don’t care. Megan, Mobster’s Girl I didn’t even hesitate. I took two strides and blasted him in the face...
