BOUND BY OMERTÀ
My father didn’t raise me to back down from any man—no matter how handsome he was.
Momentarily taken aback, he laughed even harder displaying the deep indents on his cheeks.
And there goes my ovaries!
“It’s cute that you think you can intimidate me,” he began, his accent heavy. “But I’m the one making the bargains here.”
He stepped closer, grasping my chin in a way that was both unsettling and oddly thrilling.
Raising my head so our eyes locked, he continued, “Honoring OMERTA requires that I kill you for overhearing what you did, but I’m going to make you an offer.”
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