The Mob Boss’s Girl
She grips my arm to steady herself, and then her touch lingers.
“Thank you,” she says to me.
“No problem,” I say coldly.
She retracts her hand and I stand before her unsure of what to do. The exit is right behind her, and I can’t exactly sidestep her to leave, not unless I didn’t care about being rude. She looks like she’s going to say something to me and so I wait patiently for her to do it. In the meantime, I can’t help but notice how she doesn’t look anything like Laura. They have more or less the same hair color, but that’s about the only similarity. Mary’s face is narrow, and her eyes are dark and framed by thick lashes. Laura’s face is somewhat rounder, and she’s paler than Mary. She’s