Requiem of Sin - A Mafia Romance

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not be h

here's no way in hell I'm seeing this mac

ck

brate; that explains why so many heads have turned my way

look

mouthing curses so intense her dentures nearly fall out. I can't

't hear a

cky break I've been begging my whole life to receive. I'm a little busy trying to ret

le. Gambling is for people who

take t

is for people who have nothing to lose, a

anged t

ging drinks as a cocktail waitress for one of Las Vegas's most exc

tangible

is only five, and she deserves to have her mother present and active in her daily life. It's why I started taking night shifts as often a

and his pretty song only grew louder as my stomach grew larger. When he held our newborn in his arms fo

boyfriend and my kinda-sorta, we'll-get–to-it-eventually-fi

en his promises fell flat only a

arn six figures by any stretch of the imagination, but he's on the cusp of making d

re. Until all of a sudden,

n I asked why he only gave me th

out the vague, ominous "Final Notices"

the face happened in the dark, becau

He was always mortified at what he'd done and would spend the days after worshiping me like a goddess. He gave me a little more for groceries, and the

o he

that ever la

his identity as the provider, a sign that I didn't trust him. An "underhanded, bullsh

as tired of pretending like I don't eat breakfast just so I could ration out enou

ppy Birthday," but I quickly figured out that the real money was in the night scene. I will never set foot insid

in that it was a good idea.

he's stopped sm

ver I lean over the leather couches to serve their cocktails. He doesn't like the way the polyester uniforms hug my curve

els will tempt men to o

fficient about

sterday. It's sequined, champagnecolored fabric with ruched sides, a plunging necklin

iddle of my thigh. There's a pair of matching heels we're expected to wear while on the floo

k when he got home and found me trying on the shoes. This t

I ca

ell off the couch-when I heard Willow's terrified scream

h? What the fuck are you g

are that I

ith murderous rage in my eyes or that our dau

ears, Martin tilted his head to one side in mocking sympathy. "Awww, did that hurt?

" he roar

aternal instinct. I just know that one moment, I

was flying throu

bled over the recliner and we both toppled

ed around, grabbed Willow, and ran with her to her bedroom. Once I made sure the d

sking, why didn't

use Martin i

. I kissed her tears away as they continued to flow. I needed her to know that I'm he

ing our favorite song together, about rainbows and dayd

nging slowed into

outs melted into a

ly, finally,

ore I dared move from the bed. Then, once I knew for sure he was gone, I threw a few changes of clo

re le

es later. I'd bet everything I've ever owned that

eyes behind a brilliant smile. "Hey, pretty lady! Wanna have a

Willow practically threw