Satin Sinner - A Mafia Romance

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, and my fiancé is

n. We're gonna

room. I can't move, though. My muscles are stiff and unresponsive.

it down,"

"He's probably just... I bet he's gett

g. "I can't sit down, Mom. This dress is already about to bust at the se

iancé, Dane, is over t

I snap. "He was

apher. She's looking at me with the kind of e

He's never been good with time. I'l

me. In fact, I can feel her relief as I walk away, even as she starts assigning

o one else w

cause I'm goin

'm going t

self that that is part of his charm. He is easygoing. He doesn't sw

hat he would show up

ing day, fo

that it takes me a full ten minutes to get to the second floor

out on that very ocean less than two h

ghty voice in my head. Everything will

er, grimmer voice an

cross a cluster of older club members sipping whiskey and smoking ci

r eyes and k

s club that Dane insisted we get married in. That's

I know t

too

ugh college and my first job. A laugh t

intering away with each

them through the narrow slit in the doorway. M

's pawing at him, pushing her breasts against his

mutters. He sounds mor

it," she says, her voice high-pitched and breathy. I'

and rest

ning of new

f burgeoning s

r the hell is going on between them, but all I can t

ngs together as a group. Salma invited us to he

time? And if so, how

s, I feel stupid. And I'm not a stupid person. I worked

king plans for the future, picking out flowers

t's begging to be heard, like she knows I'm marooned in this

al. She'll

word out, so casual and unconcerned. No

response. Surely, this is all a sick joke. Aft

es. The girl who encouraged me to be confident and fearless. The girl who sa

me girl? Or had

how quickly a li

alma asks, her voice going low an

s think

urns towards the door. The laughter

in perfect unison like some

t to speak. "F

. A million different responses whirl sharply through my head,

hike up my ridiculous skirts as I practically sprint across the lobby and rush

dismiss it as I abandon my heels on the boardw

Then I stop and flop my ass down. As soon as I do, I know that it will t

ife, I would have been on an obnoxiously large y

it's not shaking at all. I've been squeezing the bejee

oned on the screen for two seconds before

en miss

hree from my mother

aven't called in over five months. I know he know

es

er, hating the s

's as though he knows exactly what

admit. My voice wavers, but it

n't even seem to take pleasure in the fact that he was ri

I didn't want

th is, I really do. "

st... need so

e says, the words soaked throug

ire in the distance. A thin stretch of sto

y. I don't want to waste tears on either of them, anywa

ng the rest of the sun. A sin I'm willing to forgive because, f

r his square jaw. It's not even his effortle

ay he's lo

uite capture it. There's arrogance in his face, the way you'd call a prince arr

cry in peace, that is." His voice is deep. Chocolate

n. "Pr

he inside of his coat. "Here," he says

ng a big swig. I probably should have, though. The burn

Christ,

n easier the

sk to my lips again. "Hm," I say, still cringing ag

lask. He accepts

shirt with black pants and leather dress shoes. All of it looks ridiculously expen

d by that. "Ne

I forgot about t

y. "Actually, it's not lo

aker of sa

ns. I just push myself clumsily to my feet. Mostly bec

way he watches me is more than a little bit unn

at this stupid fucking club," I say.

feat is never