Page 71 of Working for the Mob

Lucy let out a shriek.

“I knew it!” she said, and wrapped me up in a bone-crushing hug. “How was it? I want all the details.”

“Gross. I don’t want to talk to you about … this.” I pointed to the bed. “Which didn’t even happen.”

“I bet it’s curved, isn’t it?” Lucy asked. “I heard from a lady at the salon that most men with money have curved penises.”

I stared at her, dumbfounded. “It’s not curved.”

“Is it tiny?”

“No, it’s … ” My thoughts drifted back to being pounded like one of Miss Dunham’s steaks and the ‘out-of-body’ orgasm he left me with.

“It must be huge,” Lucy said. “You’re biting your lip just remembering it.”

I blushed thirty shades of red and fixed my face. “This conversation is over.”

I pushed past her into my room and tried to close the door.

“Wait, Genny,” Lucy said, with her foot in front of the door. “Are you happy with him?”

“I don’t even know if I am with him or not. I don’t know if I’m happy.”

“But you want to be with him, right?”

Did I want to be with him? I didn’t want to put myself any closer to the mob than I already was. And the stranglehold he owned on my life suffocated me. And I want smiles and positivity. Not scowls and gloom. But the house, the clothes, the jobs, the belief in me––the belief in my sister. I’ve never been taken this seriously before.

“I’m sure there are worse people to be with,” I said, and Lucy stepped in and hugged me. The hug said more than normal. It was her way of saying that “everything is going to be alright.”

I brought up my arms to hug her back, but felt violated when she sniffed my hair. I tried to push her away but her vice grip held me in place. After a second, she let go with her nose upturned.

“Yep. You definitely had sex,” she said, and left me in the doorway with my mouth wide open.

Chapter 21 – Art

My brother welcomed me into his gloomy office, unprepared for the fire blazing in my chest.

He was already smiling at me when I walked in, as if he knew the reason I came uninvited. The fire cast an eerie look to his features.

“It took you long enough,” he said, before I shut the door and it took all of my willpower not to treat him with my left hook.

“I had to make sure he was okay,” I said, and sat down across from him.

“A drink?” he asked, and indicated the decanter and glasses behind his desk.

“Please,” I said, and he poured us both a glass.

He held his cup of amber liquid up. “To Jamie.”

I threw it back in a single gulp.

“Looks like you need another,” he said, and I handed back the cup.

“We need to end this war,” I said, and took the glass back. He poured one for himself as well. “This should never have happened.”

“I didn’t expect the Valuncias to become this bold.”

My lip curled. How could he be that dense?

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