Sold To The Mafia Lord
I ignored it.
I checked my wristwatch and realized I’d stayed too long, lingering in thoughts I had no business entertaining. Stepping out of the car, I tossed the cigarette aside and slid my hands into my pockets, walking straight toward the club. Music slammed into me the moment I entered loud, I made my way into the VIP section.
Vicente Montoya sat at the center, relaxed, surrounded by indulgence like a man who owned the room . The leader of the Spanish mafia. He approached me with an offer. He was also the reason I’d agreed to the honeymoon charade.