My adorable mafioso
She tried to keep herself busy, to focus on anything that might distract her, but the thoughts kept coming back, mercilessly tormenting her.
She sank down onto the windowsill, hugging herself as her gaze wandered toward the horizon. Outside, the house bustled with activity. Men coming and going, hurried footsteps, voices murmuring in hushed tones. Something was happening. Something serious.
Svetlana bit her lower lip.
She’d witnessed a crime the day before. And the only proof she had to back up her story had vanished into thin air. The whole mafia world seemed so dark to her… and yet, so strangely compelling.