Chapter 8 A Proposition From Marcello
- Alessia
- The bar was crowded, filled with smoke and the loud hum of conversation and laughter over drinks. I was on my countless wipe of the counter that evening, trying to keep a low profile as sleazy remarks and whistles came my way.
- “Why don’t you smile a little, bella? Brighten up the place!” one guy drunkenly suggested, leaning in with a grin that made my stomach churn.