Sold To The Mafia Don
Pretty.
"So he's got a thing for minors?" I mumbled.
"That's your job. You're going to have to find a way to get you to take him to his room," Luca said and he sounded like he was forcing the words out, acid dripping from each letter.
"I can do that," I said softly, watching the way the Italian's hands balled into fists.
"I have the perfect outfit," Lily suddenly said. "The sluttier the better right?"
"Exactly," I stated pointing at her. "What about Maddox?"