The Mafia Princess
God, who am I?
“Deal!”
We pull up to the front doors. Luca gets out first, then Sam. I tell Bruce to meet us in the office later and step out. We walk past the line, earning a few dirty looks. Straight to the bar.
“What can I get ya, boss?” the bartender asks.
“Six shots,” I say. He lines them up. I down two like water. Luca watches me the whole time, probably wondering who this version of me is.
“Oh, I love this song!” Sam yells, dragging me to the dance floor.
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