Book three of the only series
They gave her one mission. They told her to find the Chicago mob Capo and get revenge. So they sent her away. She had a plan. A mindset. Goals she needed to reach.
Until she met his son.
He was supposed to be the en...
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ONE MONTH LATER
The old woman who owned the cafe I was required to work at was telling me a hundred things a minute. Things that didn't seem necessary, but I listened anyway. This was my job now, a job I needed for the money now that I wouldn't be able to work at Sinner's trap anymore.
It's now been a month since I stepped in that place.
Couldn't say I missed it. Because I didn't. I missed the money.
The only reason I was able to pay rent this month was because of one person.
Alessio Vinci Bertelli.
If he hadn't gone to the club the last night I worked there, then I would be in deep shit right now.
All because he wanted goddamn my name.
Who even does that?
But fuck, with that smile and those charming gray eyes, I might've accidentally told him my name anyway. When they told me the Bertelli's could be charming I believed them. But to a certain extent.
So after that, I told myself it was best to stay clear of him. I couldn't afford to be distracted. Even if his eyes were the prettiest shade of gray and his laugh felt like it vibrated through my whole body.
Alessio was dangerous to be around, and I didn't plan on getting sucked in. I had a job. A job that Declan wasn't paying me for, sure. But it was a job that guaranteed my freedom and revenge. So, it was whatever if I starved the whole time.
Though, my body seemed to disagree with me right about now.
I had to lean against the table to support my shaky legs. If I was being completely honest, I don't remember the last time I ate.
"Are you alright?" The woman asked me, whose name was Claire.
I waved her off, "I'm fine. Go on."
"When I'm gone for the next couple weeks, You'll need to open the store and close-"
She went on and on and only mentioned once that there were four other people working here, but I hadn't met or seen them yet. I wasn't entirely sure I believed her, but it wouldn't be a problem if I was the only person that worked here. It rarely gets busy. The cafe sat in the corner of downtown. Right next to all the Bertelli properties. Which was perfect for me, since this cafe wasn't owned by them I knew I could keep a distance.
Even though one of their restaurants, which was named Nico's, was just across the street. Along with Eagles strip club that was just around the block. Nico's restaurant had been facing major loss in customers ever since Davao opened up another restaurant close by. But Nico's was still standing, which only meant that the Chigaco mob transported all drugs and money there, which kept the flow of money.
