Page 8 of Sinful Daughter (Dark Mafia Sins 2)

“Just introduced myself.” I smile.

He shakes his head and laughs but doesn’t press any further. I don’t want to know how he learned the Mancinis have a weapon shipment or that Aria seems to be the weakness in the Rossi family. We’re used to the way we both work and don’t ask questions.

CHAPTER 5

Iwatch thecop’s retreating back. His shoulders stretch the back of his shirt far too much. The fact that he has to buy a shirt a size too small to make him appear bigger shows how unconfident he is. Even his jeans hug his ass too tight. Cops like him are assholes and give policemen a bad name.

“We need to let—”

I cut Leo off by raising my hand. “We will not be informing my father of anything unless you have a death wish. And Lori seems a little attached to you at the moment.” Lori shies away, not wanting to get into family drama.

I refuse to show how embarrassed I am. Internally, I want to sink into myself and hide under blankets for the rest of the week. Shaking my head, I can’t believe I let Lori dress me like a hooker. He thought I was a fucking prostitute!

“I told you I looked like a porn star,” I say to my friend.

“At least it was a hot porn star.” She shrugs, not seeing anything wrong.

“Aren’t all porn stars hot?” I ask.

Leo makes a grimacing face at my question, and I hit him in his broad chest.

“We are never to talk about this night ever again,” I command. I could never show my face anywhere if this got out. We walk toward our parked car, the night of dancing free and flowing drinks ruined. Lori pulls out her phone, typing into it as Leo and I talk.

“Who’s the cop? Does he work for us?” I ask, wanting to be certain this won’t be getting back to my family in any shape or form.

“I’ll find out, Ms. Rossi.” He nods, reverting into bodyguard duty, looking serious.

“You know, I’m open to falling in love, but every man I meet is like that cop. Cocky, greedy, thinking they’re God’s gift to women. Any decent man who finds out who my family is ghosts me. It makes it impossible to date,” I begin my tirade, becoming angry all over again. “I can’t just pick a husband out of a magazine and say, ‘I want that one.’ It’s like shopping; you need to try them on to know if they fit.” I playfully hit Lori in the shoulder so she will start listening to me while I rant. “Out of principle, I should call the station and report his ass.”

My mind keeps going to the cop and I hate it. I hate that my body is still buzzing from his kiss and the way his hard body flattened to mine. His gravelly voice punches me in the chest, and I’m certain his voice is one belonging to a villain. I want him to have to pay for ruining my night.How dare he!No man has ever disrespected me so much in my life. Even the men in our house refuse to look at me, because my father would shoot them on the scene.

I thought cops were respectable people, gentlemen. There are no such attributes to him. He’s worse than the men my father tried to shove into my heart.

I can hear Lori and Leo talking, but I choose to ignore them in my now foul mood. I hate what I’m wearing. I can’t believe I would even go out like this.

Leo drops something onto my lap. “You have sweatpants and a sweater in there if you want to change.” My eyes catch his, and he smiles at me, then winks at Lori. Someone is always looking out for me. As much as I want to be independent and go out on my own, I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to.

I have zero clue on how to be by myself; I haven’t been alone a day of my life. All I need to do is keep my nose in a book, and each piece of my life will come.

“Thank you.” I slip the sweatpants on, before I unzip the skirt and slide it over my pants and off.

“I’m starving. Let’s go get breakfast,” Lori chimes in as I pull the sweater over my head.

I’m not in the mood but don’t want to ruin her night. There’s an all-night diner Lori and I go to after a night out. It’s a ritual by now. What I like about it is that all types of people come here, and everyone pretends to see no one. It’s on the edge of our rival family’s territory. Lori is friends with a few of the girls who work here, and they’ve never given me trouble for coming in. I’m not a problem starter. But I always feel like my skin prickles coming in here, since the Mancinis watch this place often, or at least used to when one of theirs worked here.

Grabbing a table, I slide onto the red plastic bench seat, my sweatpants sliding smoothly across. I feel more hidden and comfortable.

“Milkshake and waffles?” Lori asks. We haven’t had that combo since we were in high school, and it sounds exactly like what I need. “You’re going to have to tell me what you did for Theo Fox to manhandle you the way he did.”

Leo and I glance at each other in question. “How do you know his name?” I ask.

She shrugs, placing her menu down on the table. “He picks up my mom from the streets all the time.”

“And you didn’t think of saying this before?”

I stare down my best friend, but she doesn’t flinch; it’s not like I’m scary. The only thing frightening about me is my last name.

“I didn’t realize you asked,” she says innocently. “Now, spill. What did you do?”

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