Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Turning around, she was about to take the order, and then froze on the spot.
What the fuck was Enzo Amato doing in the bar?
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It had been a long time since Enzo had been in one of these bars. A very long time. As he glanced around, he couldn’t help but keep the sneer off his face. The floor was sticky, so they really needed to clean. The place was completely full. Way too many people, and it made him wonder why he had agreed to do this for Hank.
Considering Adele had a rather full life, a lot fuller than anyone else in their circles, she’d been a difficult woman to find.
Hank had given him her home address. This morning he’d gone to her home and she hadn’t been there, nor was she there the second time he’d stopped. With it past eleven, he had no choice but to call Hank, and found that she worked in this bar.
None of their women worked. Yet, here was Adele.
She’d been laughing with the barman, and now as she spun around to face him, Enzo had a feeling she knew exactly who he was. How the fuck did that happen?
“What can I get you?” she asked.
He’d watched her from afar. She laughed and smiled with everyone else, but for him, he got the cold shoulder. She had to know who he was. There was no mistaking the look of recognition.
“I’ll take a shot of your best scotch,” he said.
She reached down and lifted up a single bottle. “We only have one scotch here.”
He watched as she took a glass, poured out a generous shot, and told him the cost. He paid her, intending to leave a large tip. She rang him up, giving him back his change. He was about to offer her a tip, but she’d already moved on to the next customer.
Enzo didn’t move away from the counter, and instead took several minutes to admire her curves. She wore a pair of black pants and a feminine button-up shirt. From the social media images he’d looked through today, it was rare for her to wear the standard uniform. Picking up his glass, he took a sip of the scotch, and knew it was cheap and nasty. He looked over at the bar, but didn’t see any other kind of scotch.
Adele and the barman, whose name he didn’t catch, seemed to know this dance. They worked in sync with each other, avoiding colliding with drinks. After thirty minutes, his glass was empty, and Adele had no choice but to come back to him.
“What can I get you?” she asked.
The bar had quieted down a little, but it was still loud.
“I was wondering what you were doing after your shift?” he asked.
She shook her head. “Not going to happen. I don’t know why you’re here, but I suggest you leave.”
Enzo looked at her. “You know who I am?”
Adele glanced over his shoulder. “I’ve got work to do. If you’re not going to order a drink, then I suggest you leave.”
He liked her spirit. It had been a long since a woman had seemed so completely oblivious to who he was. Enzo knew he was a good-looking man. He worked hard on his physique. Being one of the scariest bastards that rivaled her father, he had no choice but to keep in shape. No one had gotten the better of him.
The life of a mafia king was what he trained to do and he did it well. He earned the right to be a capo, taking over his father’s territory, making it thrive, rising the ranks of respect with fear and loyalty.
Hank asking him to take Adele was unheard of. Women were traded for money, for power, and in most instances were virgins, as that was their only worthy gift. He didn’t know if Adele was a virgin, but she had not lived a sheltered life, not like Hank’s other daughters. Not like the women of their world. Enzo was expected to marry this woman, take her as his wife, and give her the respect of their world.
“I’ll have another scotch,” he said.
If Adele was attempting to challenge him, then he had no problem. He owed Hank his life, it was only fair that he make Adele his wife. It was not a bad deal.
Adele was an attractive woman. She had a lot of curves, which were not common. Most of the young women were on some form of diet to make them as thin as possible.
Enzo loved her curves. He wasn’t going to deny his attraction to her. She was a sexy woman, and he looked forward to bedding her. Filling her with his kids would not be a problem.
She poured the scotch and he knocked it back, but Adele had already walked away.
The night wore on, and Arnold attempted to serve him, but he wasn’t interested. When the time came to leave, he did exit the bar, but he waited at the exit he knew Adele would be coming through.