Half a Lifetime Later—My Mafia Princess is Finally Mine
Miller choked out, his voice thick with snot and fear, "I have kids. I was just... the medical bills, they were stacking up—"
I set my glass down on the desk with a soft thud.that made him flinch like I’d fired a gun. I picked up a silver letter opener and turned it over in my hands, watching the light catch the blade.
"Everyone has kids, Miller," I said, "Everyone has bills. But not everyone is stupid enough to reach into my pocket."
I leaned forward, the shadows of the room stretching across my face. I looked at him and felt nothing. No pity. No anger. Just a boring sense of necessity.