Chapter 37 – Home Again
- I give credit to my stripper name and go very, very still as I stare at the Don of the Romano family like a little baby deer in the headlights. Slowly, the Don’s face stretches into a wicked smile, and I see that he likes my fear – likes his women, perhaps, knock-kneed and trembling.
- Something about that realization – I don’t know what, but it makes me raise my chin in protest.
- His smile deepens.