Mafia, Money, and Mayhem

What's a girl to do? After Nicky died, the mob expected me to come up with the fifty large they said he owed. Since my deadbeat husband left me penniless, they had a better chance to be hit by lightning. To avoid cement shoes or taking a swim with the sharks, I accepted their offer to work as a bartender in a Long Island Country Western Club. Since I had no experience, there were only two reasons I'd ended up behind a bar. One was so a guy named Zigarelli could keep tabs on me while I made monthly payments. Number two—they liked how I looked in the skimpy cowgirl costume that flirted with nudity. Regrettably, my previous life as a wife, mother to two great step-kids, and member of the PTA had not prepared me for bartending in The Hideaway—Land of whiskey, loud Western music, and a crazy boss with a deadly vendetta... and it was against me.