“What do you normally wear?”
I shrugged. “The outfit you found me in was one the I liked the most. The jeans were from Target and the shirt was from Walmart.”
His shocked face, mouth open just a little, made me want to laugh. It looked ridiculous on his face.
“Target? Isn’t that a grocery store? Come to think of it, isn’t Walmart as well?”
My eyebrow rose. “You’ve never been to a Target?”
He countered. “You’ve been to a Target? You are a printsessa of the mafia. Your father isn’t stupid enough to just let his blood roam freely in the streets.”
“I don’t think my father has seen me as human for a long time. He called me his pet but in all honesty I was his stray. On days that I could guarantee that he wouldn’t be back, I’d take a hundred out of the wad in his top office drawer and go o
