The Woman from the Past (Grassi Family #4) Read Online Jessica Gadziala

Categories Genre: Crime, Dark, Insta-Love, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Grassi Family Series by Jessica Gadziala
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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
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And that was always the end of that. He didn’t want to hear anything else about it.

I would drop it for a few months before bringing it up again, not wanting to piss him off too much, but also not willing to give in on the matter.

Recently, I actually had a little bit of hope. Because Colin and Cody’s parents owned a small deli, and there was a desperate opening for a reliable employee. My brothers and I figured that it would be a possibility because he would know that his parents would keep a close eye on me. Because, despite it being fucked up beyond measure, they were somehow okay with what he’d done to me.

I figured that maybe their motivations were monetary as well, wanting Colin to get the money that Cody had made, and the connections to make even more of it.

Either way, it never failed to make me a little sick to be around their mom.

I could somehow accept that his father, like all of his men, had just gone with it.

But for a woman to see another woman being treated like I’d been treated and not say anything about it? Yeah, that brought out something really bitter inside me.

Still, getting to work at their deli was a break from being stuck at Colin’s house. It was a chance to see people, to make a little of my own money.

And since Colin was getting pestered left and right about how hard it was to find good help, I figured that he might give in if I tried hard enough to get him to let me take the position.

It was only for the weekends anyway. And Colin all but ignored me on the weekends because he was out with his guys or, well, whatever it was he did. I didn’t ask. I didn’t want to know.

“Not yet. But I know they still didn’t find anyone, so I am going to try again at dinner,” I told him.

“I really wish things were different,” Nicky said, giving me a sad look.

“I know. Me too. Well, hey, we can always hope I age horribly and he doesn’t find me appealing anymore,” I said, giving him a smile I didn’t feel.

“Take one for the team and pick up smoking. And lying out in the sun. In fact, lie out in the sun while chain-smoking. Really get that wrinkly, leather look going.”

“I will have to give it a try,” I said, opening my door. “You coming in?”

“No,” he said, sounding upset that he had to say it. “Colin has us doing a job tonight.”

Something about his tone said he wasn’t happy about the job. There was an immediately tightening in my stomach at the idea of it being some sort of enforcing job, or—worse yet—a hit that he wanted my brothers to do.

As far as I could tell, they hadn’t needed to do anything that dark yet. But I knew the day would come. It was part of the job. And he would want them to prove their loyalty by doing it.

If I knew Colin, it would also be so he could gather some sort of blackmail on them about the case, so they could never be free of him, or they would face life in prison for what they’d done.

I hated the man with every fiber of my being, but I had to give credit where it was due. He was a clever, calculated bastard. He double and triple stacked his contingency plans.

That was why I hadn’t just tried to run years ago. I knew he would hurt my brothers. But I didn’t know what else he would do, and that was terrifying. Because I knew there would be more.

“Be safe, okay?” I asked, reaching out to give his arm a reassuring squeeze.

“We’ll try,” he assured me. “I’ll come see you if it’s not too late. If it is, I’ll check in first thing in the morning.”

“Thank you,” I said, meaning it. I had no phone. There was no way for me to check in on them, or them with me, without the stopping by.

“Get some rest. Take the vitamins,” he suggested. “They’re worth a try, right?”

And with that, he was gone, leaving me to head into my apartment by myself.

It was a small space, so it had been left as a studio apartment with only the bathroom in its own space. Space not being the operative word because it was practically the size of the average linen closet. Your knees touched the tub/shower from the toilet and the door to the bathroom had about a third of an inch of clearance from hitting the pedestal sink.

But, hey, it was mine.

I didn’t have to share it with anyone, which was one of the few big wins in my life. I could be stuck in the main house with Colin lurking around every corner.


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