Chapter 30 - Mafia Prince

Margot's POV

The warm water quickly turned my hands pink.

Plate after plate disappeared beneath the suds as I settled into a rhythm.

Wash.

Rinse.

Stack.

Repeat.

It wasn't difficult work.

Mindless, almost.

Perhaps that was why June had started me here, working as just a pair of hands - nothi...

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