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CHAPTER 9: CONVINCING GRANDMA
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One Year with the Mafia Boss CHAPTER 9: CONVINCING GRANDMA
Isayanna The worn rug scratched the arches of my feet as I paced. Back and forth. Back and forth. My heart was a frantic bird trapped in my ribs, hammering against my sternum. I kept my eyes squeezed shut, trying to manifest a version of myself that wasn't about to collapse under the weight of a thousand lies."Why would your boss want to help you out of the blue, Isayanna?" Grandma’s voice drifted from her room, sandpaper on silk. "You told me he was a hard man. Strict."I stopped. She was right to be suspicious. Grandma knew that in our world, men didn't hand out lifeboats without expecting you to pay for the wood. But she didn't know the lifeboats were already paid for. She didn't know about the contract, the signed papers, or the fact that I hadn't stepped foot in my office for days.The bills were gone. The fridge was full. I looked down at my new clothes, feeling like a thief in my own skin."He's just... different than I thought, Grandma," I called back, my voice thin. The de
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