CRAVING FOR THE ENEMY

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of paint, but the bar looked exactly as I remembered it. It had been in the Avenetti family for years, and these walls held a lot of memories for me. When I was young, we would have family dinners here, sharing laughs and stori

uch ran the entire area, and by the looks of things, that hadn't changed. They liked to do the

tight ship. Instead of only using cover businesses like other mob bosses, he used stockyards and ranches for the big product because the scent of the livestock threw off the dogs. I hadn't shared that with Herrera though, As much as I wanted to see the Avenettis fall, I still

brand, calling me out for the horrible betrayal I was about to commit. I was basically selling out the people who had raised me, who had been my famil

in this for the long haul. As if I was ripping the band aid off, I gripped the handle tightly and jerked it open, causing the glass on the door to tremble and dr

the bar. Unlike the outside, the inside had been completely re

art pieces hung from the ceiling. It looked much more like an upsc

er every inch of my body, as if he could undress me with his eyes. A part of me wanted to turn and run, but I didn't want to show any

face?" The skeevy guy gave me a wide

iew for the job." I said pla

ed from behind a door, hidden behind a few cases of whiskey. I knew it was Alex long before he

t a sharp laugh. "Sadie Sorento.

It had been years since I had seen him, and even in this state, I couldn't deny that I had missed his

ere!" Alex took several steps towards me and threw his arms around my neck. "God, it's good t

o. Brandon doesn't know, and I'd like to keep it that way, at least for a little while." I broke aw

ours." He introduced me to the two men who

ning back to their own business. It seemed once they

l." I faked