Circumstance tends to bend our lives, sometimes in a direction of discomfort. Nicky Cain thought the favor he owed was a one time thing. Even a gun feels foreign in his hand. But now he’s been offered a new sports car, a beautiful home and a name for himself in the City of Haven. Having being raised with nothing, Nicky finds himself in the midst of temptations hard to turn down. All he has to do is toughen up his conscience and not question what he’s been told to do. He’s getting in too deep, and the circumstances keep presenting themselves including a beautiful woman who captivates his heart. Haven is sucking him in and becoming too much like a home. Nicky Cain has to face the fact that sometimes you don’t choose the mob life, the life chooses you.
An arm slipped
around my chest. I looked over at the
naked girl beside me and smiled.
“You okay?” she asked as her
fingertips lightly glided along my skin, her nails painted dark red.
“Yeah,” I told her. “Just can’t sleep.”
She smiled back as she snuggled up
closer to me. I stared at her face. She had light blue eyes that wrinkled at the
corners when she spoke. Her teeth were a
little crooked, but I decided she was an okay looking girl, a little ragged,
but not bad. She hadn’t talked that
much. She closed her eyes as I continued
to stare at her.
“Hey,” I said, nudging her awake
again. “What’d you say your name was
again?”
She smiled and sat up on her elbows,
pulling the sheet up over her exposed chest.
“Steph.”
That’s right. Steph.
I remembered now.
“You said you liked it,” she reminded
me, “you know, my name?” She grinned
revealing those teeth again, which were a little frightening. Maybe I was wrong. The teeth completely changed my opinion about
her being okay looking. I didn’t want to
see that smile again.
I turned my back to her and sat on the
edge of the bed. I raked my fingers
through my hair and put on some shorts.
I thumbed through a few bills from the stack of cash Carmine had given
me. “Yeah, sure. Steph suits you just fine.” I turned and handed her some money. “You’d better get going.”
She pressed her lips together and
frowned as she examined the money in her hand.
“Stan, what the hell is this?”
Stan? Then I remembered why she was calling me
that. “What do you mean what’s it
for? It’s for last night.”
“I’m not a
fuckin’ hooker you asshole!” she bellowed out.
“You’re not?”
“No!”
Holy shit. I could’ve sworn she was a prostitute. I wanted to ask her if she was sure, but I
figured that probably wouldn’t go over too well. “Oh, well, sorry then. You can keep the money just the same.”
She glared at me
with these huge eyes as if she didn’t know whether she was going to keep the
money or punch me in the face. I
deserved the punch in the face either way.
She angrily got dressed and headed to the door as she slipped her heels
on. “I have never been so insulted in my
whole life.”
I shrugged. I just wanted her to go. “Well, there’s a first time for everything.”
“Don’t ever look
me up again if you’re back in Haven,” Steph warned me.
I turned my head
away from her. “You don’t have to worry
about that.”
I could feel her
eyes on me even though I wasn’t looking at her.
“You fuckin’ prick,” she huffed out as she opened the door to the room
and slammed it shut behind her.
“Yes, I am,” I
replied to the empty room as I stood up and locked it. I turned back around and headed toward the
bathroom. I really needed a shower.
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