Page 50 of Mob Princess

I squeezed her quickly, letting her know this wasn’t one of those times she needed to be kicking up. And while I’m pretty sure she got the message, it also caused her to pull away from me.

Before she stormed off.

“Well, Alice. I’ll leave you to it,” Dad said cheerfully.

When he walked away, I found myself staring straight into the baby blue eyes of Alice. A woman I had once loved. A woman I had once contemplated marrying before she’d dropped me like a hot sack of potatoes, blocked my number, and had never spoken to me again.

“Alice Shaeffer,” I said.

She shook her head. “I’m so sorry, Israel. I really am.”

Yet another woman who claimed to care about me while duping me in the process.

No wonder my father considers women a weakness.

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