Sara’s POV

The last thing I wanted was walking into a restaurant and finding Grey Thomas. Worse, I had to pretend like I didn’t know him.

Carlos held my hand as though he sensed my unease. Then he spoke with tongue in tooth. “Smile. They’re watching."

He squeezed my hand tighter and I smiled.

You know what’s worse than working for a mafia? IIt’s when the fucking mafia guy falls in love with you or thinks in some type of deranged way that you’re in love with him.

I breezed ...