| Creepy Looking Guy

𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀

VANESSA

Detective James looked surprised, like really, really surprised in a "what the fuck" kind of way. I couldn't say I blamed him. If he was really as clued in about us and them, the infamous Boston crime families, he knew exactly how screwed up and wrong it was for me to have any kind of history with one of the Morello brothers.

I scowled at him. "Don't you dare judge?"

"Not judging at all. You gotta do what you gotta do…or who you gotta do." He snorted, and I frowned at his attempt to crack a lame-ass joke.

"I need to get out of here." I was about to turn and head up the stairs when that voice stopped me dead in my tracks.

"Vanessa Bologna."

I winced at the painfully familiar tone, and I couldn't shake the chills it sent down my spine. I had no choice but to face him, and the moment I looked into his eyes was like a punch in the gut, leaving me without a damn breath. Every memory I'd tried to suppress for the last four years came flood