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Chapter 33

Violet

I can imagine for why I am sitting here, at the breakfast counter of the kitchen of this manor on an island somewhere off the coast of Italy…watching a Mafia Capo, clad in only gray sweatpants and an apron, cooking at the stove top.

He pours out the pancake batter onto one skillet, while in another, he cracks eggs. On a third pan, he’s frying bacon and on the fourth burner, he has hash browns sizzling. And honestly, he looks too damn sexy. My mouth waters, and it’s not for the food.

I must have made a noise because he smirks at me over his shoulder, "You all right over there?"

I open my mouth to speak, but all that comes out is a gurgle. Damn! I reach for the glass of water on the table in front of me, and take a sip to clear my throat. Then scowl back at him, "Of course, I am."

A strand of hair falls across his forehead and he brushes it away. the gesture is so familiar. My heart stutters, and I can't take my gaze off of him.

"You sound like you have a lot on your mind." His
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