Claimed By The Mafia Boss
Anonymous Leedaddy punishes me
My head throbbed, but when I tilted it back against the seat, my eyes caught something above the cockpit door.
A small, elegant crest. Black and gold.
A lion with a crown.
The word Moretti curled underneath it.
I sucked in a slow breath through my nose.
Well, shit.
You’d have to be living under a rock not to know the Moretti name. Even in the shiny, safe part of the world I lived in, you heard the rumors. Drugs. Arms. Blood. Power. Mafia royalty.
And now, apparently, my new landlords.
I sighed loudly, dragging a hand through my hair. My fingers snagged on tangles and dried sweat. Great. I probably looked like I crawled out of a damn dumpster.