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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It had been Lettie who’d saved my life during that whole situation with Josie that made Nino feel forever indebted to her.

She was well used to taking care of all of our various injuries.

“Is the guy being handled?” I asked.

“You think Dante was going to let that shit fly?” he asked. “Even without orders from the boss,” Nino said, shrugging. “He will live on,” he added. “But he’s never going to fuck around like that again.”

“Good.”

“Yeah. He’s getting fussed over by ma as we speak. But I expect she’ll be calling you later.”

“I bet she will,” I agreed, keeping the groan out of my voice because the call would be about Santo, not her nagging me about something.

“I will send you any updates if I figure anything else out,” he told me. “Let me know if you come up with a new plan.”

“Will do,” I agreed, nodding, and watching him leave.

Alone, I did go for that drink. And then another. Before, eventually, grabbing dinner and passing out instead of working on my new plan.

I woke up late and a little disoriented, rushing through a shower, then heading back toward Colin’s neck of the woods. Just barely in time to see something I had yet to see.

Cammie walking out of the house.

I was going to go ahead and let myself believe that the gut-punch sensation I got when I saw her had to do with surprise and not a fucking thing else.

She looked as good as I remembered. Even in the kind of hideous light pink collared shirt she had on.

I watched as she followed a guard and one of her brothers toward a car, climbing in the backseat.

As the car powered up and pulled away, her gaze was focused out the window in my direction, and it looked a lot like triumph on her face.

Had she seen me?

No.

I was too hidden.

So what was she so pleased with then? Her outing, maybe.

Curiosity piqued, I waited a second before pulling out and following them back out of the nicer area and back into the rough one where Colin conducted most of his business.

I parked further back when they seemed to be looking for a spot to park on the street, then watched as the whole crew climbed out of the car, walking down the street a bit, then disappearing inside a building.

Not twenty minutes later, both the guard and Cammie’s brother came back out, climbed in the car, and headed out.

That was… weird as fuck.

Where had they left Cammie?

I waited until they were good and gone before turning the car over again and starting to drive down the street full of partially rundown mom-and-pop shops, desperately trying to hold onto their livelihood in a rough economy where a dollar stretched further at a chain store known for their discounts.

Someone was waiting to cross the street, so I stopped to let them go, which gave me an extra second to get a good look at the building Cammie had disappeared inside.

It looked a little out of place among all the other worn-down shops with its clean windows, its brand new awning, and the pristine brick and sidewalk out front.

Rizzo’s Deli.

And that light pink shirt that Cammie had on? It sure as hell seemed like it matched the awning of the building.

Could she be… working?

Would Colin let her work? When he didn’t even let her walk outside?

It seemed unlikely, but it would also explain the triumphant look on her face when she’d been leaving Colin’s house.

“Hm,” I said, driving further down the street, and parking once again, and reaching for my phone.

“Ugh. What?” August’s voice met my ear, sounding a lot like I’d woken him up.

“Work. That’s what,” I said.

“Work,” he scoffed. “More like babysitting some chick.”

“You don’t have to like the fucking work, you just have to do it,” I barked at him, annoyed with his attitude, especially if he used it on anyone else in the Family aside from me. Because that shit would not be tolerated.

“What is the work then?” August asked, and it was as close as I would get to respect out of him.

“Rizzo’s Deli,” I said.

“What? You want me to go there? Get your own fucking food, man.”

“First of all, when someone who outranks your ass tells you to do something, even getting their lunch, you fucking do it. Without lip,” I snapped. “Secondly, no. I need you to look into it. Because I think Cammie might have just started working there.”

“What? She never gets to leave the house.”

“Hence the need to look into it.”

“Alright. Give me a second. Powering up my laptop,” he said over a yawn. “Hey, yeah, can I get some coffee to my room?” he asked, clearly having picked up the room phone to rack up more charges on my bill. “Yeah. And, ah, am I too late for breakfast? No? Cool. Send me up whatever is the biggest meal. Yeah. Thanks. Okay,” he said, back to me. “Rizzo’s Deli.”



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