Claimed by Her Mafia Man by Sam Crescent



She rushed from the diner and speed-walked along the mall sidewalk to get away from the cop. She knew what they were capable of. So many of them abused their power and dragged them down to the precinct with no probable cause. She didn’t want to see the inside of a jail cell. Sable pulled out her cell phone and dialed Old Dog.

“I need a pick-up,” she said.

“I just dropped you off, little miss. I ain’t coming for at least another hour.”

Tears pricked her eyes. “Please. There’s a cop tailing me. He’s pushing me to rat out the club.”

There was silence on the line.

“We’re on our way.”

The phone went dead.

What if something happened to her? Would Dog lose sleep? Would anyone in the club even notice?