The Girl They Called A Boy
“It feels like there are eyes everywhere. I don’t like it. Can’t we move to a smaller house? Just the two of us?”
The words tasted bitter in my mouth, but if I want to escape, I need to play this role well.
He chuckled and held my hands. “Maya, I’m the king of the Mafia. I built my empire through blood and sweat. One silly mistake, and I’m gone. In my line of work, weakness can get you killed; that’s why I have to keep you hidden, for now.”
Mafia? he said Mafia.
Irish, think fast.
“Arghhhh!” I cried, clutching my stomach.
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