After spending an entire day doing my sisters’ and her asshole boyfriend’s laundry, cleaning the mess they made of the bathroom and common rooms, I finally leave them with a pot of homemade soup and all the over-the-counter medicine I could find.
“Ready, Miss Vega? The boss is waiting for you,” Banks, one of my new plethora of bodyguards asks me as I gather my things.
“Yeah, we can go,” I tell him.
Resa and Dan were inside the bedroom, sick as dogs, so they only saw one of the guys come inside with me.
“Oh my God, are you dating like a politician or a rap star or something?” Resa asked.
Of course, I didn’t explain a thing to her.
What could I say, really?
My boyfriend, who I’m not really sure if he is actually my boyfriend because we don’t use labels even though I am living with him, is involved with one of the most powerful criminal organizations on the eastern seaboard?
No biggie.