Under the Mafia's Touch (MxM)
a suit in a wrinkled shirt shouted, tossing a crumpled dollar.
“Only if you can match the moves, slick!” Noah fired back, a smirk hiding the strain.
“More, you’re a legend!” a voice boomed from the back.
“Legend doesn't pay the bills, friend!” he quipped, spinning with a flourish.
The crowd melted into a sea of greedy stares—bankers, thugs, all ravenous. Riley slouched at the bar, red hair a vivid streak, freckles speckling her skin like dirt on glass. She sipped her drink, piercing flashing in the light.
Hot Chapters