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color of dark copper into a high ponytail. She secured it with a
hair tie.
    "It’s not a big deal," she said her voice no more
than a whisper.
    Built like a sumo wrestler, Jesus shook his head. A hand the
size of a dinner plate reached out and gave a gentle tug of her ponytail.
    "I’ve no idea what sort of trouble you’re in, Gia. But
two of Donatti’s goons were asking questions about you yesterday and tonight.
Don’t nobody wanna be on that bastard’s radar."
    Unfortunately for Gia she was more than on Enricho Donatti's
radar.
    The constant anxiety that had taken up residence in her gut
for six long months morphed into a rock of solid ice. It had taken her weeks to
find this gig. She wouldn’t be terrorized into moving on again.
    Perhaps the time had come to make a stand?
    Yeah right.
    Who was she kidding?
    Liam had betrayed an organized crime boss for God’s sake,
stolen drugs and cash, and they wanted payback.
    She’d sold her house and was paying them every week, but it
didn’t matter, they always wanted more. And she knew they wouldn’t be satisfied
until she was under their total control. Especially the control of Enricho
Donatti, who’d taken one look at her at Liam’s funeral and made it crystal
clear he wanted her, all of her.
    Enricho wasn’t the clichéd corpulent Mafia Don either. He
looked like a handsome advertisement for one of the Wall Street types with a
wide mouth that had a ready smile and a polished manner.
    But it was his eyes that terrified her.
    They were dead, cold, and forcibly reminded her of a reptile
she'd once seen at the zoo.
    Under his handsome good looks, she knew the man was a
monster.
    Revulsion crawled up Gia’s spine along with a dark despair.
    What was it about her that attracted control freaks? Did she
have Please treat me like shit tattooed on her forehead?
    Donatti's text messages, the voicemails, the invites to
breakfast, to lunch, to dinner, were becoming more and more insistent. His
attentions were a dripping tap of unrelenting harassment.
    The boxed white rose, which arrived every single day, was
seriously freaking her out.
    She knew she was becoming desperate now and desperate people
did desperate things.
    Appallingly, sly whispers of ending it all had enter her
mind.
    If it hadn’t been for her grandparents, and her church,
she’d have made the ultimate sacrifice long ago.
    And she knew that if Enricho Donatti laid a manicured finger
on her she would do it in a heartbeat even if it meant an eternity burning in a
fiery hell.
     
    Dark eyes glued to her face, Jesus heaved out a sigh when
she kept quiet.
    "I’ve organized my brother Jerry to take you home every
night. No, don’t argue. Just call it payback for the pleasure you give me
listening to the voice of an angel."
    The small act of kindness had Gia blinking rapidly.
    Swimming eyes riveted on her sneakers, she scuffed her toe
on the sidewalk.
    "Thanks."
    A yellow cab slid into the alley and a man with his
brother’s genetic footprint and even bigger than Jesus hauled himself out of
the driver’s door.
    "Yo bro, is this the babe?"
    "Yep. You make sure she gets home in one piece."
    Gia slid into the back of the cab and Jesus closed the door.
    Jerry turned to her with a smile bright enough to be seen
from the space station orbiting the earth.
    "Where to?"
    In spite of her worries Gia found she couldn’t help but grin
back.
    "GPH Towers."
    Black brows winged up his forehead as he blew out a low
whistle.
    "You live in the financial district?"
    Her bland stare had him shrug, nod, and the car swung out of
the alley.
    At this time of night the streets were quiet.
    Gia stared unseeing out of the window and wondered how the
hell she was going to get out of the big deep hole her late husband had dug for
her.
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Two
    In a reality not far away, The Maker
realized human technology was not infallible.
    It appeared his electronic listening devices and camera
links to the offices of Gillespie,