Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 23105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Mattia is in the middle of handling business when he looks up to find Leo pointing a can of pepper spray at him. No one in this town threatens him, let alone a woman half his size. He can’t let her find out who he truly is, but for some reason, he can’t stay away.
Over the top? And then some! This mafia romance is less about being dark and more about being ridiculous. Have some fun with us as we follow these two into their happily ever after
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Chapter 1
Leo
The wild adventure I thought I was getting has been pretty dull. I fight a yawn, knowing if I let one go, I’ll be doing it for the rest of the day. I could use a nap after staying up way too late reading. It’s kind of ridiculous because I read most of the day, but I always promise myself just one more chapter.
There’s only so much I can do at a laundromat, and it doesn’t exactly take a lot of time. I check the machines and empty out the change. Then I sweep a few times and take the trash out. It’s tedious, especially when I built a whole scenario on how this would go in my head. Doing that is normal for me. I’ve been told more than a few times I live too much inside of my own imagination. That in itself sounds silly, but I understand the sentiment.
When a man in a swanky suit knocked on my door and informed me that I had a long-lost uncle on my mother’s side who left me a laundromat, I was excited for a new journey. Not that I was on a journey to begin with, but I had to start somewhere. That’s what life’s about, and I wanted to get out there and live it.
Ignoring all the times my mom told me that her family was bad news, I was focused on getting out of the small town I lived in. Sure, she wasn’t in contact with any of them, but I never agreed to that. Besides, the uncle that left it to me is dead, so I’m not sure it fully counts.
Either way, I wasn’t telling my mom about it. She would have told me to turn them down and send them away, but there’s no adventure in that. That’s how I ended up living a state away in my very own laundromat. Thankfully it came with the apartment above it.
The entire laundromat reminds me of something out of a mob movie. Maybe it has to do with all of my mother’s warnings about her family and not being involved with them. Or it could be that I saw my uncle’s name, Antonio Rossi, and that made me pause. It sounds like the name a gangster would have. Not that I know a ton about the mob outside of movies and books.
In the few weeks since I’ve been here, there hasn’t been any mob activity, and no one has asked me to launder money. Although once I googled what laundering money means and that it has nothing to do with actually washing it, I was disappointed.
I strum my fingers on the small counter that I spend most of my day sitting behind and debate if I should heat up leftover Chinese food for dinner or toss a pizza in the oven.
The bell over the door chimes, and I glance up as a man in his mid-twenties comes rushing in. He pauses when our eyes meet and raises his chin before slowing his steps. He heads for the other side of the laundromat, but he doesn’t have any laundry with him. My guess is he’s meeting the person bringing it here.
When another yawn almost hits me, I grab some quarters and go over to the vending machine. I’ve never had an energy drink, but that might do the trick. After I key the number in and it drops down, I crack it open for a taste.
“Ew,” I mutter to myself before I take another sip. It’s just as bad the second time, but I keep drinking it. I already paid for it, and I won’t let it go to waste.
I take my seat behind the counter again and watch as the man lingers in the corner. I debate if I should tell him that the washer he’s at isn’t the best out of the bunch when another man comes striding in. All the words on my lips evaporate at the sight of the new guy. Not because he clearly doesn’t belong but at how incredibly attractive he is.
He’s got dark hair with striking blue eyes that are hard to miss. His broad shoulders are encased in a dark gray suit that was made to fit him like a second skin. He isn’t paying any attention to me as he zeroes in on the other guy.
I brace for an argument of some kind, thinking I should probably go ahead and start calling the police, but this is free reality TV right in front of me. It’s exciting until the man in the suit pulls out a gun and pistol-whips the other guy. It happens so fast, I have no time to react. All I can do is stand there and watch it happen.
Blood splatter goes everywhere before the man in the suit slams the other guy into the washing machine behind him. Well, at least he did it against the bad one.