Divorced But Desired by the Mafia King
"He's just a kid."
"He's a monster," she hisses through the phone. "A future psychopath. When I took the kitten away from him, he said he'd...I can't repeat the words he said, sir, because I'm a Christian lady and I don't..."
"Can you stay one more hour?" I beg. I sound pathetic, begging this geriatric babysitter to give me a bit more time, but I'm running out of options. I can't just leave work anymore--I'm just an employee, not the boss, and with Evelyn gone so much of the time and my law firm closed, I need every dollar I can earn. "Please. I need to see if I can get his mother to..."