In Bed with the Mafia.

a's

her was mu

even though I hadn't seen that man or heard from him in 5 years; it still hurt-inexplicably. But with all the b

n him, even though he tried to hide it. He had to look strong, and emotionless like father always taught us, or perhaps I was just seeing what he wanted me to see. Father had also taught us: when

er. He had it coming," I whispered, un

understand, he wasn't s

wondering if it was a good idea to let me loose. "You don't think I'd attempt to beat

, as if my words held more me

e. How did

he betra

sarcastically, rubbing my

e mansion. No one saw it c

chair. "And you? H

iam's lips. "Still

ked a

think I k

ways wanted his post and t

rom his chair, wagging a finger at me.

e me, how

e had to act-it cost us a lot of good men." He paced the small room then stopped. "Fath

that suggested that he was lying. Such was our famil

en't told me h

the Martinez's Widow. I left the mansion with some of the men, befor

enuine pain?

waiting for a slip up-a sign, anything to tell me he was lying or hiding something. I looked at his fingers, they were perfectly calm. The Liam I knew

his thighs. That was it-his tell. He hadn't chan

His voice tensed up a little and I s

to make him think I believed him, and

th a couple of men? He'd be happy if I tried. You k

what it meant: if there was a new

llable, Anna. We do the killing-we do th

ltiple occasions and what usually followed was a cleansing-more like a massacre to kill off anyone he suspected of being a traitor. Think of it as pruning plants. He

n control. Control is first perceived from our body language, then he

dnapped me and brought me back to here

it's only a matter of

handle

a th

flicke

all this stress just to ensure that you'

ds me. On the screen, there was a picture of a man with black hair and piercing blue eyes. He was clad in a well-fitted gray suit

I supposed to

el Martinez,