My Mafia Mystery: The Barefoot Princess

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ly exhausted from the day of picking pock

at I needed to go and bathe but I j

f depression seeming to waft

ting up abruptly to look my

ftly, "I can't see Fabio for the next few weeks. His bos

ily, and the Dark Prince. Even his name

ur shared bed, "but no one really knows the reason why his brother gave up the position. Fabio did say t

qualified him as being horribly disfigured, but I didn't se

red... down there?" I a

appeared, but now he's apparently angry all the time. So maybe he is, and that

of my hand. "We're not meant to feel

she were trying to not say so

ely shook her head and turned

early to have Franky escort you to your spot," she

ath and punched my pill

of needing to run. I took the pendant which hung on a necklace around my neck in

years. I already had a plan of how I would do it - I would leave the money in an envelope on Mother's kitchen table and run as far and fast as I coul

the last time I had told her of my plans. "You're an asset, Kat. Mot

aged, and I hated the feeling more than anything I had ever experienced. More t

run in with the Caste

He had ignited something inside of me, and I felt desperate to experience the feeling aga

to track Enzo Castello down to see if another

t of the bedroom. Franky was already waiting for me in the alley beside the house, wh

ng. "I've just got to stop by the bakery at the corner and collect some

was working hard to become a soldier, and that meant doing the dirty wo

the alley with him, liste

le of the road. He turned around, loo

t? Are you not

ich threatened to spread across my che

deep into his jeans pockets

e I let my request out in

quickly rushed to clarif

You want to know if you're lesbian, right? Well, it makes sense why none of the bo

and I didn't have the heart to correct him. I stood still as he p

feel his tongue against mine, no instinctual

d, almost hopefully

d and he visib

ore he tucked my arm in the crook of his and guided me towa

oss and liked it - well, I wouldn't be a "friend" of the Milanos anymore. And that w

s narrative - madly in love with Giulia and torn by the fact that

o money, my mind wandered back to Enzo Castello and I wo

at one night woul