Bare for you (French Mafia Romance)
Cash
I fucked up.
Or rather, I'm fucked up.
How did I, a high ranking member of the French mafia, allow myself to be distracted by this... stripper?
I was supposed to use her for information, that's it. It should have been easy. I pay her money and she tells me about the Russians. Simple.
Except, I fucked it up. I let the one advantage we had over them go because I fucking claimed her. What's even worse is that she hates pretending to be my woman and fights me with every single thing.
Yeah, it's a fucked up situation but now that I've met her and she's mine, I wouldn't change a goddamn thing.
Lux
I fucked up.
I knew the risk of the Russian men finding out about me but I went along with it anyway. Hell, I almost had to. If you were offered $10,000 to ask a man a few question, would you turn it down? You're a goddamn liar if you say no. Or maybe you're smart as hell because now I'm stuck with a mafia man that refuses to leave me alone. I'm now in between a war I never knew existed.
If I had the chance to go back and never meet Cash, would I do it? You damn right I would.
Who am I kidding? Now I'm the goddamn liar.
