The Waitress Is Actually A Mafia Queen

floors as a waitress to t

t Blake, a poor girl

hter of the Capo dei Capi, th

hree seconds for h

staurant wearing a dress too tight for a

a servant, throwing

r, she slapped a tray of bo

ding. My skin bli

o defend me. I waited

his investors, panic

sperate to keep the peace. "Kneel i

eel to a mistress just

e one holding the deed

n't k

into the deep fryer

eam kicked down the doors

I said, watching the bl

he lan

pte

man I was promised to was a King, but it took only three seconds of him

zing like an angry hornet trapped in

o look at the screen

nn

. The man who thought I was just Blake, the qu

the dev

e's important to the busi

as the heavy oak doors of

ly smelled of old money, cigars, and the kind o

cheap vanilla perf

uarez w

was wearing a red dress that was too short, too tight, and

ress; she was a walkin

f my apron, the rough fab

yal. My father was David Shaw, the Capo d

that would keep the Bishop family fr

testing me. He thought he was seeing if a "co

as the one holding

was f

and. The bouncer, a soldier

ervation," Ricci said. His voice was pol

flinch. She

rfectly manicured nails bar

i stumbl

t her

an had just put hands on a

p family wasn't just crack

ar and snapped her fin

. Rock

nder look

he corner booth, nursing a scotch. He w

aden. Then he lo

at the b

bile rise i

ce and honor, had just bowed to a woman wh

on the stool. Her

ile; it was the smile of a preda

she cal

dn't

ce shrill. "My car is out front. The

a set of k

e air, silver glinting

't cat

st and clattere

ike a gunshot i

ye turn

m up," Ja

e keys. Then I

" I

hung in

e went red.

voice my father used before he ordered a hit. "I serve f

sto

his heavy footsteps

k at Jaden. H

bbed m

s dug into

was a death sentence. Touching

idn't know

d in my ear. "She has a Blood Debt clai

ood

e in the book. A

business integrity. He was letting a civilian ru

at Mark's ha

go,"

lake," Mark said. "D

d my ar

d up th

ght she had won. She th

out my ph

message

tress is throwing keys at the

y came i

se a scene. I have t

over respect. He cho

playing wit

in my hand. Then I lo

oing to pa

e this entire relat