Page 6 of Corrupted By the Capo

I touched my chest like I was wounded. “Molly, am I really so forgettable?”

She recognized me. I knew that, just as I knew she would deny it.

Her eyes went hard, and she stepped a little farther away.

I’d never expected Molly to be easy, and she seemed intent on proving my point.

She stuffed her hands into her pockets, focusing the bib of her overalls to pull tight against her absolutely delicious-looking tits.

I didn’t appreciate the distance but Ilovedthe view.

“My eyes are up here, asshole,” she barked.

I kept my gaze down. “I wasn’t looking at your eyes, doll.”

She scoffed, and out of my periphery, I saw her shake her head. I glanced up then and saw she was really pissed. Once she knew she had my attention, she glared, her eyes full of anger.

I wanted to kiss her so fucking bad, I clenched my fists to keep my hands still. Molly was fire, and oh how I wanted to burn.

“How. The. Fuck. Do. You? Know?”

She punctuated every word with a little jab at my chest.

I couldn’t stop myself. I grabbed her hand and slowly pulled it to my lips.

Her eyes widened with surprise, and when I brushed a soft kiss against her fingers, she rolled her eyes.

“Enzo Moretti. Hope’s cousin,” I said around my smile.

“Hope doesn’t have any cousins,” she said, scoffing.

“She married Nico, so she has at least fifty cousins now, including me.”

“Fine. Answer my question, cousin Enzo?”

“Just Enzo to you, and I’m following orders.”

She shook her head and then pressed her fingers against her closed eyes. “I was supposed to be home by now,” she muttered. Then she opened her eyes and looked at me. “What does that mean?”

I shrugged. “Hope cares about this place. Nico cares about Hope. I care about what Nico cares about. So I’m here. Which is how I know where you work.”

That wasalmosttrue.

I didn’t want to seem like any more of a psycho than I already did, so I left out the insignificant detail that letting a day pass without seeing her left me on edge. That was my burden to bear, and from the softening of her expression, she bought my story, so I’d run with it.

“And are you to blame for your friend Fabiano harassing me?” she asked.

“Fabiano Genovese is no friend of mine. And no, I’m not. He was just fucking with you for the fun of it. Any money he got was just gravy,” I said.

She looked disgusted and annoyed as she glanced at the building. “It’s a fucking animal shelter,” she said, exasperated. “Maybe if we were one of those fancy places uptown where you could steal an expensive breed to sell, I could see it, but seriously, this place is full of mangy strays and people too soft-hearted or desperate for work to do something else. It’s not a good way to make money.”

“Which are you? Too soft-hearted I’d bet,” I said.

She chuckled. “None of your business, Enzo.”

I laughed and then sobered. “The shelter get robbed a lot?”

This place was supposed to be off-limits. I hadn’t seen anything in the time I’d been watching her, but that didn’t mean I knew everything.

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