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And by the looks of him, he couldn’t handle a woman.

He was a mess, and so was I.

There was a shared understanding between us. But still…

I couldn’t deny the attraction.

It was a good thing he ask to be blindfolded on the way to my place. We had to keep this what it started out to be.

Nothing.

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I noticed her curiosity,the way she asked questions about my club and the shootout that took place there.

I was stupid to have said anything.

Careless.

The way she asked about it struck me as suspicious at first, but I dismissed it.

What normal person wouldn’t have asked? I just told her about a shooting — possibly in her fucking backyard.

She was also probably interested in the conversation and inme. After all, we had just shared our second intimate encounter.

That's what normal people did, right? They asked questions. Got to know someone.

But then again, were we supposed to be getting to know one another?

As a member of the mob, my life revolved around secrecy and keeping a low profile. The less people knew about what I did, and who I was, the better.

I wasn't accustomed to being questioned about my personal affairs, except by those who were trying to dig into my business, for obvious reasons.

I didn’t date.

I slept around.

I didn’t have friends, unless they were also mobsters.

Life was easier that way.

No attachments.

No strings.

Get in. Get out. Do your business. Go home.

That was my motto.

Always had been, and how it always had to be.

The idea of a second life seemed like too much work and allowed for too many possibilities of getting pinched by some Dudley Do-Right cops.

But with her, it felt different. There was an undeniable chemistry between us, an electric connection that seemed to bridge the gap between our worlds, whatever her world was.

While I was in her presence, I couldn't help but wonder if the second-life bit was the way to go. I liked being around her.

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