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Chapter 7: The Painting
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I slipped the cab driver some money. "Thanks," I said, my voice hoarse from last night's events. I had drunk most of the bottle of wine myself and finished off my rainy-day vodka, which helped me loosen up."Take care, ma'am," he called back as I shimmied off the cab seat. My heels hit the sidewalk with a loud click. I felt like a stranger in my own body as I walked toward the house.I pressed the button on the intercom at the gate, and it immediately began to open. As I walked up the driveway, the hair on my body stood up in anticipation. I looked up and saw a camera peeking at me.I knew the predators were watching.The contract to work for Constantine was straightforward. I would receive a salary of fifty thousand dollars a month, half of which would be deducted to pay for the damages I caused to his one-of-a-kind Lamborghini.It was outrageous to think my life—and my family's—were at risk over a car, that I couldn’t even appreciate the remaining twenty-five thousand I'd be gaining
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The Mafia Boss's PA Chapter 11: Pitter-Patter
I woke up late after spending the night putting Constantine to bed. I missed Sunday lunch with Evan’s and my parents because I overslept, and I felt like crap.Sprawled on my couch with one foot hanging off the edge, I was multitasking—texting Evan and researching the Leoné family.I needed to understand exactly what I was up against. Pretending like everything was normal wouldn't help me get through this. There was clearly something darker and more sinister about this family, and they hid it well.I stumbled upon an article titled, "The Three C’s, or Should They Be Called the Brothers of Chaos Instead?"Scrolling down, I saw a photo of Constantine, his brother Cavalon, and the enigmatic gentleman I met on my second day—Carlisle. He was the second oldest, and he hadn’t mentioned they were brothers.The handle on my apartment door turned, jolting me upright. “April,” Rain called out.I dragged myself off the couch and opened the door. “What happened today?” she asked, stepping inside.
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