Corrupted Angel -A Mafia Romance

ead, and fine lines furrow his face. Beneath his suit, his arms and chest are co

as he'd be a valuable ally to have. Unfortunately, he has b

he time that he and I snuck in h

remember that. I had to come down and throw you both out on yo

e the one to give the twelve-year-olds beer, but Ga

ns back, grinning. He nods to me. "You were the king

guess nothing

coming boxing match. This divides the table as Vito backs the more experienced Russian powerhous

in general. They are just distractions.

e in a sparkly silver dress that splinters the flashing strobe lights. I saw her face in t

the other clubgoers, but she doesn't seem to notice or care. Even from this distance, I can see that

rough my leer. "Gabri

blinking. Who is the

wer. "What

obody is close enough to overhear. "Your father wanted me

terms when in public, an

is not co

rior. The don's plan to harness control of the docks involves mostly muscle and firepower, the only strategy being to kill the Iris

isition will weaken our competitors enough to p

ly mob war. One is already brewing due to my father's machinations,

e the Bellucis still have the upper hand that will hopefully bring a little order back to our streets. My father has wasted enough men and

s suspicion. If he thinks an attack is imminent, it could spook h

ins to ring. I check the screen and my

I say, exit

t the bricks and look at my phone, considering whether it would be

Father,"

uck are you?

amm

d you be? It's not as if we

eeth. "Do y

bites out. I can just picture his face turning purple, as it always does when he gets wound up. "I'm beginnin

decline in his senses from the second she walked through the door. My father has always let his dick do more of his thinking than any man s

ice calm when all I want to do is scream at him

Why didn't you say that?" he grumbles. "I swe

. "Do you need me to

eck to make sure you w

ld be so he could flex his authorit

ll Felicit

ously trying to relax my jaw. How I am even related to

be his d

rget that I have a lot of responsibilities besides keeping my father in check. He largely leaves the running of our legitimate businesses to me, claimi

connects with the girl I watched dance earlier, and he

n in here, but she seems less comfortable in it somehow. Other women would smile at me, flutter their lashes, and try

tance until she was putty in my hands. But not now. Now, there is busi

o to reiterate the details of my father's plan even though I know them already. That

lub. I have achieved my objective, however, so I dismiss them for the evening, and I decide that the best thing

in the glimmering dress, but she's not dancing anymore. She is at

iery type, but from her irritated gest

e work, but a little distraction. And