Twenty-one-year-old Stephanie Stephenson has been in a safehouse with her three sexy bodyguards for many months. She’s a lone witness to a murder and they’ve been protecting her from Santonio, the mob boss, who has vowed revenge if she dared to testify. It’s all been strictly professional and platonic with her hunky bodyguards. Now the trial is over and Stephanie is free to go.
But her three bodyguards have other plans for Stephanie…very naughty plans.
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“It’s a nice view,” Kenneth stated as he stepped onto the front porch behind me.
I inhaled as his succulent body heat curled around me. The man made me shiver, but in a really good way.
The wine glass in my hand trembled as I gazed out across the meadow of the New Hampshire countryside safe house, which was a white clapboard farmhouse that had been repossessed during the Great Recession of two thousand and eight and then sold to the security firm that the prosecutor’s office had hired to protect me.
It was a nice view just like Kenneth said. The tall green meadow grass swayed in the hot July breeze and in the distance, a misty purple haze danced upon the blue ocean. So peaceful. So quiet. I’d enjoyed this view during the seasons while staying here. I’d miss it.
I’d been the main witness against the mob boss, Santonio, who’d killed my co-worker, right in front of me.
Jayne, a new waitress like myself, had worked at this ritzy downtown New York Italian restaurant. We’d been on the evening shift serving a lone gentleman in a private back dining room. She’d been shot in the head at close range for daring to say no to an invitation for her to sit down and have dinner with him. I’d been the only witness.
I’d been lucky to escape with my life, getting a mere bullet wound to my shoulder as I’d run screaming out of the room. I’d had no idea that mafia members frequented the five-star restaurant. Or that Santonio had a very bad temper and had just found out his wife was having an affair with a competing mob boss.
Good thing for me, Santonio had been a bad shot with a moving target.
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Translated by Roberto Felletti
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Author review: Roberto communicates well and delivers the translation in a speedy manner. |
