Mafia Princess
Rain washed the blood from my knuckles. Two of my father’s enforcers had tracked me down, thinking a mafia princess would be an easy target. They were wrong. One lay unconscious, but the other had me pinned by the throat against a brick wall.Suddenly, a heavy metal trash can lid slammed into his head.The enforcer collapsed. Standing there in a soaking-wet mechanic's shirt was a guy. He had terrified brown eyes and held the dented lid like a shield, looking utterly out of his depth. "Are you okay?" he gasped. "Should I call the cops?" "No cops," I barked, grabbing his arm. His heart hammered against his ribs. He was just a regular civilian who had accidentally declared war on a crime syndicate to save a stranger.Footsteps echoed from the main street. More men were coming.
About Mafia Princess
Rain washed the blood from my knuckles. Two of my father’s enforcers had tracked me down, thinking a mafia princess would be an easy target. They were wrong. One lay unconscious, but the other had me pinned by the throat against a brick wall.Suddenly, a heavy metal trash can lid slammed into his head.The enforcer collapsed. Standing there in a s...Read more