“Go jump off a cliff, Leah.”
Stephenie Meyer.
Anastasia’s POV
I trudged into the locker room, exhausted from a long night of waiting tables in the VIP lounge. It had been a slow night, with fewer clients than usual, and I was grateful for the chance to take a break. I collapsed onto the bench, letting out a deep sigh as I rested my elbows on my knees.
As I sat there, lost in thought, my mind began to wander to the boss. For some reason I can’t stop thinking about him, his face keeps popping into my head. Sometimes his handsome face pops up and sometimes his face pops up with horns on his head. Since I found out the truth about him I can’t stop imagining weird things.
Our boss was a mafia boss, and the club was just a front for his real business. I wonder how many people he has hurt, h
