Bad Girl: Valetti Crime Family (A Bad Boy Mafia Romance) by Willow Winters Page A

not a bitch. Nothing about her makes me think that.
    “She’s still a cop though, isn’t she?” Vince asks in a hushed voice.
    “Yeah she is.” I answer him quickly, wanting to get rid of the tense air between us.
    “She still bugging you?”
    I answer him honestly. “I haven’t seen her in a few days.”
    “Haven’t seen her?” he asks, tilting his head and narrowing his eyes. “What’s that mean, Tommy?”
    “Means she hasn’t been around to bug me. She’s not like the others, Vince.”
    “I don’t like the way you’re talking Tommy.” Vince wraps his arms around my shoulder and leads me to the back room. “You talking like that to anyone else?”
    “I haven’t said shit to anyone about anything.” That's always the correct answer to give.
    “You sound like you’ve got something going on with her, Tommy. You talking to a cop?”
    “Fuck no, Vince.” My body goes ice cold. I can't have anyone think I'm talking to a cop. That gets your ass killed.
    “If you were anyone other than my cousin, I’d be thinking twice about believing the shit coming out of your mouth right now.”
    “She’s a woman, is all,” I answer back.
    “She’s a cop, Tommy. You can’t forget that shit. You can’t go easy on her just because she’s got tits. She’ll still use anything you say against you. Isn’t that one of their fucking lines?”
    I press my lips into a tight line and nod diligently.
    “Don’t fucking talk like that around anyone else. I can’t have anyone thinking you’ve got a thing going on with the cops. They can’t start spreading shit about you talking, Tommy. There’s only so much I can do to squash shit like that.”
    He sounds desperate for me to listen to him. And I am, but only partially.
    Even as he’s warning me away from her, I already know I’m going to lie to him. I already know I’m not going to listen. I think I’ve just been waiting for a reason to go to her, and she just gave me one.

Tonya
    I shut the door , dropping my keys in the glass bowl on the end table, and drag my ass over to sink down on the couch. It’s been a long fucking day. I wince as I scrape the wound on my arm against the rough fabric of the sofa. I suck in a deep breath through clenched teeth. Fucking asshole made me chase him through the woods, all for what? A couple hundred bucks he stole from his parents? Seriously? It fucking pisses me off. I’m so fucking tired of dealing with junkies and this stupid shit. What’s worse is I know he’ll be out soon. Only to get hauled back in later. I lean my head back against the couch.
    I put my hands on my forehead, and try to let the stress leave me. This isn’t what I thought being a cop would be like. I shake my head and forget that shit. I knew this was going to be hard. It’s not what’s eating me. I know exactly why I’m all fucked up. It’s because I have no leads to the only case I really care about.
    My heart twists in my chest. I don’t want to think about him. I’ve been trying to avoid it, but he keeps haunting me. I don’t know what hurts worse, the fact that he could end this pain for me, or the fact that he’s gotten to me. I haven’t been with anyone in so long. I don’t remember it feeling like this. But then again, I’ve never been dumped like that either.
    I snort, and force my tired body off the sofa. Like we were seeing each other. As if I mattered to him.
    My gut drops, and I find myself regretting it. But I can’t stand that. I don’t like regret. I do what feels right, and I don’t do what feels wrong. It’s my own insurance policy so that I never regret anything.
    At any point in my past, I know whatever I was doing was exactly what I wanted. At least right then and there. And I’d be a fucking liar if I said I didn’t love every minute of Tommy fucking me. I came alive under him. I smile, remembering how loud his bed was. I shake my head and open my fridge looking for a snack or something.
    It sucked though, when