The Underboss

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drifted across the kitchen and into the living room. My fingers

m. Well, that wasn't all true. Nick only praised his boss and never divulged anything personal. But I remembered all those Christm

k started working for the man, he'd distanced himself from me-from our family. Our friendship had weake

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lly have to be here? I have

him and my brother gave me the constant reminder that I was the smallest of the family and not likely to gr

e it earlier when you got home." He knotted the black tie around his neck. "

re, I found myself powerless. Reluctantly, I dropped my gaze, knowing when to

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were all tall and beautiful with dark hair and eyes. I, on the other hand, was gifted with messy dark-blond hai

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a name for the Contis. I don't know much about my heritage, hell, I didn't really care about the family name

not one who should have

ndfather, had been mur

rrently seventeen and attending my last year at high school. I had been offered a full scholarship to the University

in the world of realty

ward the entryway. We were all dressed up for this meaningless dinner. My ratty jeans had been thrown in the trash by my f

nded of the only reason I was looking forward to this evening. My mother didn't cook often, especially not Italian food,

r this as muc

her called in a

into the uncomfortable spotlight. Hell, if it were up to me, I would ask for a plate of dinner and sne

way up to the entrance way. The crystal chandelier sparkled in th

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ppearing just a bit older than my brother, who just turned twenty-years-old. What kind of job did my brother have that would involve