Page 61 of Pregnant By the Mafia Boss
Do I feel bad about the money I took? Not at all. Stole it from the mafia. Dimitri works for the mafia. My parents get their drugs from the mafia. My father was shot by a gun bought from the mafia.
I fucking despise them all. So no, I don’t feel bad about taking five hundred bucks from one of those assholes.
Even the most handsome son of a bitch I’ve ever seen. He could be Adonis himself, he’s still a mobster, still the reason this city is mired in shit.
I head for home, my stomach growling with hunger. I keep the five hundred tucked in my bra. I glance inCe Soirwindow on my way, same as every night.
The necklace is still there. I stand in front of the window, the reflection making it look like I’m wearing it.
The azure blue jewel sparkles like Luca’s eyes. My heart aches with desire to wear that necklace. An impossible dream but one I can’t stop having.
I force myself to walk on. It’s pointless having dreams. All that ever happens is they get crushed, stomped on, destroyed.
I’m never going to wear that necklace, same as I’m never going to get my book published, same as I’m never going to have anyone give a shit about me.
Life has taught me one lesson and it taught it well. You can never rely on anyone but yourself. Ever.
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