The Mafia's Angel
I didn’t make it apparent that I was looking at her.
“Nonna and the aunts had a field day making your dinner,” Alana said, smiling as she placed the bag onto the table.
“This really wasn’t necessary.”
“It is, or Nonna would hand our asses to us. Don’t mind her; she’s a family friend that just returned from Paris and decided to follow me,” she said, smiling. Just as the woman came over to the bed.
“Hello, I’m sorry about what happened. I’m Casandra Perez, and you are?” She asked, smiling, but I didn’t answer her. Her smile didn’t reach her eyes, and her voice was tight. I looked at James.
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