Spades Book 소설 & 이야기

I am grateful for the respite, as no one seems to be paying attention to me. I pull my cell phone out of my bag and open the Kindle app. It's still a while before class starts, so I want to read a chapter first. I duck my head and look at my phone as I devour the words on the screen. I started a book last night , and by all the saints, I think this book is going to tear me apart by the end. The main character goes through so much and then the supposed hero makes her suffer too. I must have cried about a million times, especially when I got to the part of the book about her past. I haven't even finished it yet and I feel like I already have a book hangover.

“How do I know which one’s a Made-man?” “They always wear black, and they have a batch on their chest. A spade.” My eyes widened. “A spade? Why wasn’t I told before?” “I forgot.” “Cole, you don’t forget details this important!” I snapped my eyes shut. “I have to go.” Spade. The men who had stopped the incident back at Mambo’s bar a few days ago had the spade broach, according to Harley. My heart drummed in my chest. Something was happening in the Mafia world that the outside people weren’t aware of.