A Pet for the Mafia Dons

aculately turned out, with bright red lipstick and heavily

I meet Mr. Fi

ed in. I did not blame her. With my round hips and full chest, breasts straining under the ol

and met her eyes bravely. She continued to study me b

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ed to meet him u

my friend, Stacey had once told me. I thought so t

it me in? I mean, it

came in and she attended it. An older woman,

set of plush, upholstered armchairs that were scattered arou

you when

d walked to the chairs

e, I sighed and

mess li

l at baking, was able to make a success of it. But things went downhill when an investment he had made went all wrong and his partner in the business disappeared

things began t

to. He had already mortgaged it and finally, one cold snowy afternoon, a little

fetes and hen parties keeping her happy. Dad had met her after my mother had died of cancer, and when pretty Heather waltzed into his patisserie, asking for

truggled to run the bakery and to take car

cs. Instead, I took over the running of the bakery and tried to keep it afloat. I had never really dated, had

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es of wine, to keep herself going, she told me apologetically. But it had snowballed into a situation where she was hitting the bottle reg

more frequent but now, the slim

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n but the upholstery was old and faded, the walls were moldy and we had yet to pay the rent for last month, as ol

, and I needed

ite told me about the realtors who were buying the

ed in buying the land on whic

enough to set up a small bakery

make an attempt to ge

me grow more anxious as I looked outside. I had been

ent up to the reception

said, trying to hide my frustration. The haugh

does not have time to meet... ." And her eyes ran over

almost jumped as a dee

to meet M

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pair of amber eyes, like expensive brandy, almost tra