I thought for sure he wanted to kill me.
I thought for sure he thought I was a witch. Didn't he call me one?
“Let me speak to Lee."
“Sure, sugar."
Roxy left after that, leaving me to deal with this mess. What was the mafia boss doing here again, anyway?
“Hey,"
Lee nodded. “I take it you've heard the news?"
I nodded. “I don't think I –
“I told you, Kat," he lit a cigarette and watched my face. “A lot of people think you're charming and beautiful… A lot of influential, powerful people."
I didn't know what to say. What did that mean? Was it a threat? Did I have to live this life for the rest of my life, even if I didn't want to, didn't need to?
“I don't think I want to entertain him, Lee," I'd always called him Mr. Lee. Today was different. “I told you that I want out."
“You did sa
