You know your father loves you when he owes the mafia not one, but three million dollars and trades your life for his debt. Some father Jennifer has. Hey, we can’t choose our parents. I bet when she walked into the mafia’s den, face to face with the big boss, Giovanni Dente, she would have given her limbs if that meant having a father who cared.
The first year law student finds herself begging for her life. Bargaining with the boss to spare her. She promises to do anything. Cook, clean, reveal the whereabouts of her father if that means she’d live. No matter how much she pleaded the boss refused to give in. What saved her was the fact that she makes killa coffee. Even the mafia boss needs his cup of caffeine to wake him up in the early morns. Thank God for coffee.
On the bright side of things, she has a roof over her head. And let’s not forget her own room, which is really a closet. How nice? The perfect place for the servant girl. Jennifer, however, is resilient. She doesn’t allow anything to get her down. Not the dirty bathrooms, not the wild hours the boss requires his fix of coffee, and certainly not the fact that he stretched her across his lap and spanked her. That sharp tongue of hers always seemed to get her in trouble.
An interesting twist to this story is that Jennifer and Giovanni have met before. Picture it. Five-year-old Jennifer found fourteen-year-old Giovanni, suffering from the bruises he received from fighting four boys in the local park. The green eyed sweet heart offers him not only friendship but a cup of coffee. There is a level of familiarity between the two of them when they meet again. Yet, they pick their brains trying to remember the distant memory.
See how this story unfolds. Happy reading!
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