Maya’s car barely rolled down the driveway before I was already regretting the number of shopping bags in my hands. Not because they were heavy. No, I was strong. Independent. Capable. But mostly because walking into a mafia man’s fortress with receipts I didn’t personally pay for? Let’s just say it wasn’t exactly subtle.
Still, I squared my shoulders and tossed my hair over one shoulder like I wasn’t on the verge of being dramatically murdered via glare.
The guards didn’t say anything as I passed. But one of them gave me a look—a quiet warning that screamed He knows.
I smiled sweetly in return. Good. Let him.
I pushed open the front door like I owned the place. Which I didn’t. Technically. But morally? Spiritually? After what that man did with his mouth, I deserved equity.
The house
