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It's been a month since I have been working for the Valentino crime family.
I swear, every single day becomes crazier than the next.
But, today was just damn boring. I sit on a wide windowsill, with my legs to my chest and the book "The Iliad" in my hands.
I let out a deep sigh, looking out the windows to see a beautiful sunset.
The orange-yellowish sun was barley peaking out, but the pink and yellow sky seemed like it was glowing.
I set my book down, deciding I need to get out of here.
My old Porsche was apparently stolen when Vincenzo decided to kidnap me.
All I can think of with a deep frown is some fat old man taking joy rides in it.
My poor, poor car.
I walk downstairs into the kitchen where some keys are kept in a drawer.
I grab the first ones I see and hope that nobody will find out I snatched their car.
Vincenzo had multiple garages on his property. Finding the right car in the right garage had me running around like a chicken with its head cut off.
Needless to say I am out of breath by the time I find the white Mercedes.
I hop, sticking the key in the ignition and drive off.
I drive myself over to a little run-down bar called the "Smog pub."
I immediately grin when the familiar smell of booze mixed with fried chicken enters my nose.
"Long time no see, Walsh." A voice with a southern twang greets.
"Beau!" I immediately lean over the bar table to give the man a giant bear hug. "How have you been?"
He moves a piece of brown hair away from his eyes. "Busy but good. I heard you're no longer working solo."
I nod, biting my cheek. It sucked not being the boss bitch-ass independent woman that I was.
Now I worked along side the Valentino's.
....At least I'm making more money.
"I'll fill you in on everything, Beau, but first I need to get a little drunk."
Beau chuckles but nods. "Of course, Walsh."
I roll my eyes at him calling me by my last name.
Beau was a close friend of mine, that I met shortly after my parents were killed. He was the definition of a human teddy bear.
He could make anyone smile and of course get anyone drunk.
Beau hands me a cherry cocktail colored a deep and brilliant red. My favorite color of course.
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