Dumped Yesterday, Owned by My ex's Mafia Uncle Today
His arm rested loosely around me for a moment before he seemed to think better of it, crossing his legs and folding his hands over his knee.
I noticed a tattoo peeking from the sleeve of his right arm, partially hidden by his shirt cuff. It looked like a tail... maybe a wolf's?
"And for the record, I'm not a murderer. I run the Velgrave Gang," he added casually, clearly catching me staring at his arm, and distracting me just as he tugged his sleeve down.
Gang? Mafia thing?
The words like Mafia, gang were forbidden in my house.
When I was seven, Carl hadn't yet spiraled into addiction and gambling. Our family hadn't gone bankrupt. My mom was still healthy. My brother, Adrian, left home after
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