A feared mafia queen hides her true identity behind an ordinary life, until the man who wronged her brings his mistress home to humiliate her. What he doesn't realize is that the woman he's trying to break holds more power than he could ever imagine — and she's about to make him pay.
Don't forget what you said. It would certainly come in handy. The silence dragged on. No one in the restaurant spoke.
They all watched their phones, or watched me, or watched the door. Giada sat beside Cesare with her legs crossed. Irritation and disdain written across her face. Fifteen minutes passed.
Nothing stirred at the entrance. Giada was the first to lose patience. She slammed her palm on the table and shot to her feet. I can't believe I was stupid enough to buy this woman's bluff.
Who would dare risk offending the Russo family to come bring her money? If you really can't find anyone, why not? She turned to look at the restless fat men. Consider them.
No matter what, it's better than having nude photos taken and posted online for the whole world to enjoy, right? What do you think, baby? Cesare sat there, took a sip of wine, and answered airily.
Do as you like. The room instantly boiled over. Well then, don't mind if we do. The atmosphere began to curdle.
The fat man with the cigar was the first to reach out. His stubby fingers sliding toward my waist. Don't touch me! I slapped his hand away.
He grinned. Nice slim waist. Body's definitely not bad. As soon as he spoke, they closed in from all sides.
Someone grabbed my sleeve. Someone yanked my hair. Someone whispered obscenities in my ear. Come with me, sweetheart.
I can pay for you. Why not choose me? I guarantee you'll feel wonderful tonight. Giada leaned against Cesare's shoulder and pointed at me.
Hold her down. Giving orders to the bodyguards. Let the gentleman inspect the merchandise he slowly.