All Chapters of Dancing Like A Boss: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Sasha pulled up to the mansion on the outskirts of Vegas and offered a prayer to her grandmother in heaven to protect her from getting shot, or worse, from finding a dead body. She wanted to get into the house somehow and check on her long-time friend and best customer. She was surprised of the state of the house. The front gate unmanned, the gardens and yards in desperate need of attention. She admitted she shouldn’t have been startled. Sonny had not been himself for the last year and a half since he’d given his grandson and his siblings control of the family early. They’d taken it and then left him to rot. She knew who Sonny Allegretti was, or at least who he used to be. One of the most ruthless leaders of the Italian mob Vegas had ever known. Now he was a sad old man who came to her club and drank whisky at the end of her bar every night. Except the last two nights. He hadn’t shown up. It was unheard of. She lifted her eyes in another silent prayer begging she didn’t walk in on a

Rin sat in the ballroom of the hotel with his closest friend Marcello and couldn’t be bothered to feign laughter at the airheaded chatter of his date when she tried to tell a joke to the table. His invitation to the wedding of his cousin on his mother’s side of the family had made him realize how much bullshit his grandfather and his grandmother had had to put up with when they’d been in charge of the family. Eighteen months. It had been eighteen months since his grandfather announced his retirement and walked away from anything having to do with running the business. He had been the old man’s right-hand man for twenty-two years before that. He could still hear the slippery old bastard when he’d walked into his fortieth birthday dinner, looked him right in the face and told him for his birthday he was giving him his seat at the family table. Then the old man had looked his son, Rin’s father, in the face and said he wasn’t smart enough to run a 7-11 let alone a billion-dollar empire so

“Sonny, are you home?” Sasha called out as she entered the house, surprised to see the three cars in the yard. He never had guests according to him and he hadn’t mentioned anything today when she’d checked on him before she left to run to the grocery store.She stood listening and noted the closed door to his office and made a face and made her way to the kitchen with the groceries she’d picked up. She considered knocking on the door but considering the types of cars in the yard, black SUVs she considered it might be family related and she did not need to know. If it was business, the last thing she needed was to let herself be known as an acquaintance to Sonny.She would simply go to the kitchen and make lunch and with luck, whoever was here, would leave soon and she would be well hidden in the back of the house. Hopefully, it wasn’t anyone dangerous. Though, it was entirely possible given she knew Sonny kept a loaded weapon in his desk.She would make him pasta the way Ruthie had ta

Sasha exited her room thirty minutes later and made her way to the dining room, unsurprised to find the table had been left with all the dishes and food still there. Not a single solitary one of them knew how to pick up after themselves. They likely couldn’t wipe their own ass without coaxing and applause. She fought her smirk at the empty pasta bowl though. They hadn’t been able to resist. She imagined them all sitting here begrudgingly enjoying the delicious meal she’d made. Ruthie had taught her well and she felt smug satisfaction at knowing even though they hated her, they liked her food. She looked around wondering where they had all disappeared to and then decided she would have to clean up after them, regardless of Sonny’s warning to them while he’d sat at the table. She gave a sad sigh as she noted Sonny’s dish still had most of his pasta on it. She began collecting the dishes and carrying them to the kitchen. It took nearly thirty minutes to get the

Rin helped his grandfather back to the room and noted his family all still standing around the end of the bed. Angie was hugging the tin of cookies to her chest like a lifeline. She didn’t look like she was going to give them up anytime soon. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her cheeks were red from all the crying she’d done. If he had to guess, she truly felt bad about popping their grandfather’s leg open like an oversized zit. She was frowning, crumbs on her chin and staring into space.“I don’t think they’re sugar-free, Ang,” he looked to her hips with a smirk. “You complained about the carbs at lunch and now you’re shoving biscotti in your face like they’re oxygen. You should put those down.”“You only want me to put the tin down so you can take it.” She glared at him. “You can’t fool me. You might be the oldest but I’m onto you.” She hugged the tin tighter, “do