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Sadie Sorento and Brandon Avenetti were destined to be together. Their families were already planning the wedding of the Italian mafia prince and princess long before the pair had even star...
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When the last group finally leaves Brodo, I slump into one of the chairs at the bar, thoroughly exhausted. Ro slides a glass of whiskey my way. I haven't eaten in hours, and right now, just the side of the Amber liquid is enough to make my stomach burn.
"You're a natural at this, Sadie." He winks, reaching across the bar and wiping up the sticky remnants from all the spilled drinks of the night. "Are you sure you're not a bartender back in Colorado?"
"Trust me, my day job is much more stressful than this." I smile, finally letting my hair out of the bun that I tied it up into earlier.
Ro arches eyebrow at me. "More stressful? We served close to five hundred people tonight."
"But I didn't get puked on and I don't have blood on my shirt. That's a win for a nurse." Not to mention people are only counting on me to serve drinks here, not save lives.
"Yeah, well, give it some time." Alex smirks, joining us at the bar. "It's only your first week. I've seen my fair share of puke and blood around here."
"Seriously." Ro rolls his eyes. "I'm not kidding, Sadie. You might really be missing your calling here."
Unlike his friend Dante, Ro proved to be sweet and a lot of fun. We worked well together and spent the evening laughing and joking around as we served drinks.
"It's late, and you've been here all day. Why don't you head home?" Alex offers.
"You don't have to tell me twice." I laugh as I stand up. All I want to do is sink down in the bubble bath and then fall into my bed.
"Let me call a car for you." He insists.
"I live two blocks away, Alex. You don't need to..." My protests are quickly cut off.
Alex shakes his head firmly. "Not a chance. This isn't a good neighborhood to be out this late by yourself. And besides, Brandon would kill me if you found out I'll let you walk home. Give me two minutes."
I know this is a battle I won't win, so I let out a sigh and sit back down on a barstool. There's no point in arguing with an Avenetti. Stubbornness is their calling card.
When Alex disappears to make his call, Ro eyes me suspiciously. "You and Brandon?"
"It was years ago." I shake my head, not wanting to get into the details. The less I let myself remember, the better off I'll be.
Realization seems to hit him and he bursts out laughing. "Well, I'll be damned."
I look at him curiously. What could possibly be so funny?
"I should have known it was you from the moment you walked in here." He says.
"What do you mean?"
"You're the girl who broke Brandon's heart and turned him into such a hardass, aren't you?"
