The Woman with the Target on her Back (Grassi Family #6) Read Online Jessica Gadziala

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Crime, Mafia, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Grassi Family Series by Jessica Gadziala
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
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“No, I know,” she agreed, sighing. “And I guess, if they accomplished their true goal, this would serve as a reminder to anyone else who would think to start shit with them. But, still, how juvenile, right?” she asked as she stooped down to pick up a chunk of crystal that Aurelio must have missed when he’d been trying to clean up the place.

That was the thing with groups of people who operate outside of the law. If there wasn’t a code, an expectation of acceptable behavior, then people would lean into their baser instincts.

You could judge almost any crew by their leader. And whoever this leader was, he had to be a real shit if his men were allowed to destroy businesses and try to beat, rape, and kill women. Regardless of what she may or may not have done to goad them in the past.

“And it really wasn’t about the money,” Traveler went on as she opened both the cash register, then the safe, pulling out money, and placing it into one of her reusable bags.

Aurelio stood by the door, keeping it cocked open with his foot, so he could see thanks to the boarded-up glass.

Trusting him, I followed Traveler as she moved into the back, knowing there was another entrance there, even if Aurelio had it boarded up too.

She strode confidently in for several feet before she froze, her whole body tightening. My gaze followed hers to the oven.

“Hey,” I said, moving up behind her, and placing my hand on her hip.

The touch seemed to jolt her out of her thoughts.

Then she was rushing across the kitchen, yanking open the oven door, and shoving each of the racks back in.

Finished, she exhaled a deep breath, then made her way to the walk-in, grumbling as she had to toss out the fresh fruit that had already gone bad.

“You don’t have to do all of this yourself,” I told her.

“What else do I have to do?” she asked. “Could we stop by the soup kitchen on the way to the hospital?” she asked. “All these different milks are going to go before I get a chance to open back up,” she told me as she gathered them all on the island.

Almond, oat, coconut, soy, and even hemp. And all of one kind of dairy.

“Do you actually use all those plant milks?”

“Forty percent of Americans are lactose intolerant. And even more than that are just sensitive to milk, so they go with plant-based ones. I go through more soy, almond, and oat than dairy.”

“Interesting,” I said, genuinely meaning it as I grabbed one of the stacked milk crates she had under a table, and helped her pile them up. “Anything else you want to pack up?”

“We should bring more coffee to the hotel. We’ve got to be running low,” she said, and I went out front to shove some into the bag with the cash. “What’s going on?” I asked.

“More eyes,” Aurelio said, a little more tense than he’d been a few minutes ago. “Think we should be moving out soon,” he added. “I did manage to snag some pictures without being obvious about it,” he added.

“We have some milk to drop at the soup kitchen,” I told him as Traveler came out with the first crate.

“Everything okay?”

“It’s looking a little dicey out there,” I told her.

“Oh,” she said, tensing again. “Okay. I’m done. Just help me get these crates out,” she said, handing one to Aurelio.

I took the next one and the bag of money, and Traveler brought the final one out.

We moved in quick, clipped movements, piling the crates in my trunk, then each getting into the cars, and driving off.

I didn’t relax until we were at the end of the street and around the corner.

“What?” I asked when Traveler’s head whipped to the side.

“Nothing. I thought I saw someone,” she said, shaking it off.

“Was that a normal amount of guys on your street?” I asked as we drove toward the soup kitchen.

“No, that was easily double what I typically see out there. And they are usually doing deals and such. Not just standing there staring at my store.”

I wasn’t going to tell her right then, but we weren’t going to be coming back to this neighborhood. It was too risky. Aurelio and I might have been experienced criminals, but it was just the two of us against possibly a dozen or more of those guys.

It wasn’t worth the risk.

Not even to keep Traveler happy.

“Let’s make this quick, okay, angel?” Aurelio said, eyes still on the street as we grabbed the milk crates from my trunk where we were parked on the street outside of the soup kitchen.

“Yeah,” she agreed, picking up on our tension, and getting tighter and tighter by the moment herself.

Normally, she would have stuck around, bullshitted with the people who ran and volunteered at the place. Likely, knowing her, even help out with the cooking or cleaning.


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