KING OF THE CRIMINAL UNDERWORLD

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Timmy when his parents start

shit, Diana. I don’t

husband to support me whe

three years old and apart from the occasional tantrum, he was a sweetheart.

pounding out of her phone’s surprisingly good speakers,

his chair and lifting him in the air. Whew, she was g

breathed out in relief

diately assumed the position, laying

o he had a clear space to move and wouldn’t hurt

xcept he couldn’t say his ‘r’s so it came

ing about it, but she grinned and dropp

?” she ask

taaaaaaaaaaaa

the Donahues lived in the prime real estate of the Upper East End. They could a ord a live-in nanny like Cora, so they o

on rolling until her body smashed into his.

when she starte

start rolling again. T

e over the top of her and o the ot

. Chase m

t before rolling, her long blonde hair catchin

ist into another, she caught sight of a

. “Daddy, come play

of her shirt that had rid

s always well-dressed and put together, if a little overly fond of hair gel. He was holding

her friends, fellow nannies she’d met at the park when she took Timmy every day, had invit

arently Mr. Donahu

eeded this job, the family dynamics

namics? Her and her mom qualified f

and started tugging on Mr. Do

hue. He was always asking her to call

flicking toward the door. Mr. Donahue notice

She flinched at his tone and he paused and ran a hand down his face. “Jesus, I’m sorry.

ad. “Thanks. I rea

work, aka, spend time with Timmy, sin

come to the city because she wanted to live

ive

mmy a kiss on the head. “

ng noise and sh

ied out of the room and up the

he got to her room: I CA

re Helena texted back. WE’R

y was usually jumping on her face at five

o her side. She was still getting used to all the marvels of technology. Back at the farm, they hadn’t even had

and hit send on the message.

n, leaving it on the Timmy playli

ig city. Living on her own. She had a job, a cell phone, friends and

e music. Then her hips. Then she was

d wide. Sh

cute boy. The whole world was in front of he