Mafia Love - DISCONTINUED

Prologue

Grace

It was a cool, crisp day in New York. As soon as I stepped outside I felt the breeze brush my face ever so slightly, the smell of food from venders filled my nostrils, and people all dressed so nicely walked down the sidewalks. It wasn't a bad start to my day.

Splash!

I stand corrected. Just as I was hailing a cab, one zoomed right on past me while soaking me in the process. Making it look like I had a little accident.
"Screw you!" All I got back was a middle finger out their window. I stomp my feet on the pavement breaking a heel off my shoe in the process. I look up to the sky. "God? If you're listening, can you please tell me what I did to piss you off?" I sigh and decided to walk to the coffee shop. It's my day off and it's already been a shitty morning.

I make it to the café where I'm greeted by my best friend in the whole world. Erica Golden.

"Bitch what the hell happened to you?" She says ever so "politely".

"Nice to see you, too," I reply back.

"I'm sorry," she comes over to me and gives me a hug. "You look like you need this." What the hell? She never gives hugs. Like to anyone. Not even her boyfriend.

"Uh-oh", I pull away from her. "What did you do?" She stares at me. "Well?" I say.

"Okay," she says, "I may or may not have set you up on a blind date with my boyfriend's best friend." I stare at her now. "You did what?!"
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*2 hours later*

"Why did I ever agree to this again?" I'm currently sitting in a mall while Erica picks out a "sexy dress" for me to wear to the date.

"Because," she says while pulling out another dress from a rack, "I told you if you did then you could give me a tattoo of your choice." Oh right. That's why I'm currently going through this torture. I absolutely loathed shopping. Especially with Erica. She's a shop-a-holic.

I pull out my phone and see that's it's only noon and I haven't eaten lunch yet. I need my food. Food is life. Maybe if I sneak away she won't notice I'm gone. I mean, she's often in her on little world anyway. I slowly get up from the chair as she's still rambling about my "date" John. I turn away from her and start walking out of the dress area and make it to the other side of the clothes. Yes! Food court here I come. However my victory was short lived.

"Grace Marie Collins!" Uh-oh I've been caught. Quickly, abort mission, abort! "If you don't get back here right now, I swear to you, I will post you picture at every food court in New York and tell them not to serve you!" She wouldn't dare. Not my precious food. She gives me that 'I'm-dead-serious' look. Oh boy. I admit defeat and trudge back to the chair of death. "Now," she says like nothing happened. I swear she's bipolar. "where were we?" This is going to be a long day.

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Yayyyyyyy. Prologue is finished. Now we can get to the good stuff soon. Can't wait to write it.
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