Nightfall - A Mafia Romance

ehemoth in her backseat, but based on the way she keeps glan

ou in months, it

ing around. "I know. Work has been crazy, and I'm sure

e is strong enough that it tickles the back of my throat, and I have to

Sadie is s

right after high school, and while I know she loves what she does, her paren

ring wheel, nearly sending us into the gutter. "All of her other friends are ju

don't even begin to u

to change the subject, turning around to study

ant. Somehow, I don't think he ha

he conversation for most of the drive. Devon seems incapable of not making at least one sexual in

k was going and her family. Instead, I'm trying not to vomit while Devon suggests we all hang out together in a "threesome." I wonder wh

et along," Sadie insists

I ask disi

ly," s

s. "Maybe some time over winter

anging out with my dad." I shrug. "We d

"You can spare an af

ncommittally. "I'

y every single da

I said, I'll h

lly want to spend every single day with y

e your parents doesn't mean

her, and then stares straight ahe

"I'm sorry. I'm just

for the first time, Devon sits back in

hort on air, and I'm desperate to get out. We're driving down Main Street, and I see my da

o the shop. "My dad is here. H

ve along the side of the shop a

et and crawl out of the car. I turn aro

ays, as if I was

y eyes and wave at Sadie

my key. My dad gave it to me years ago, but I've only used it a handf

en the door, ho

coming from the f

walk on in, but something about the mood in the s

iptoe down the hallway, stickin

u?" a deep voice says. "Have I no

says quickly. "Yo

is voice is high-pitched and fra

r voice says, "you d

dad corrects.

agine the person pacing around the room, hands fo

says. "I know it

here i

before he can even get a wo

creep forward and am able to see a fist pressing against the metal top of my father's shop counter.

go

an says. "Without them, you're left to f

ays. "Please. I just

all want more time. Unfortun

My father is a good-sized man who has spent his life working with his hands, but he isn't a fighter. He

with no plan or thought in my

only thing

IT

ty

nd s

routine-knock, collect, leave. Others take an unexpected turn.

I, along with a few other lieutenants, al

rence, one of the people I can always count on fo

stains around the wrists and oil splatters across the front. He's unassuming; clearly not the ki

ng to do?" I ask

he news about Sevastian was confirmed. I know I'm not the only one feeling pent-up. They want to beat L

is that I li

kly. Some don't pay or fight and need to be taken out. Others try to go to the police and come to

e's not a large man, but he faces me with courage I'v

from the cup on his desk. I refused, of course, because I'm not a child, but

what you have to do, but if you could wait,

t I'm going to be merciful, but Lawrence has never been late on a payment befor

rtant, but so

offer encouragement. Lawrence just needs a little mo

"That's how long you have to get w

rence's eyes. He blinks and open

I growl, leaning down