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Couture Criminals

Cheeky owner of a struggling fashion boutique, Poppy Fields dreams of having her designs rocking the couture runways in Paris and Milan. While fantasizing about the glamorous life, her world is about to collide with the devil himself in the form of a dangerous mafia leader, Roman D’Amico, out for revenge for his dead brother. Often mistaken as the future wife of one of Chicago’s most notorious crime bosses, and Roman’s rival gang member, everyone who enters Poppy’s little shop believes they are doing a favor to the Gambino family. When her doppelgänger waltzes into her boutique, the women are shocked to find they look like twins. Leaving her identification behind as a ruse to flee the country, Claudia switches lives with the unsuspecting fashion designer. When Luke Gambino falls for the ploy, he believes Poppy is his runaway bride, forcing her to take on the persona of the real Claudia Ricci. Following the murder of his brother, Roman D’Amico is looking for revenge. When he suspects the Gambinos are behind it, he plots to kidnap the rival gang member’s wife. Unknowing that the women have switched places, Roman kidnaps the wrong couture diva. With Claudia missing, Poppy must keep up the ruse, and convince Roman to keep her alive or fall into the hands of the murderous Gambino family.

LorettaKAuthor · Urban
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159 Chs

Chapter 123

Once settled into a hotel in Indiana, they headed to the Fields/Parker farm. Poppy was biting her nails while her mother held her other hand. It was clear her daughter was a wreck. She hadn't seen her father, Frank Parker, since this all started, and she wasn't sure how she felt about seeing him. When the limo rolled into the long farm's dusty driveway, Rick sat up, looking at his family home with a smile. 

"Tate, look! There are my girls. My kids are here." 

Wrapping his arms around him, Tate kissed his forehead. "I'll keep my distance until you talk with them." 

"Thanks. I think that's best." 

"Shit," Poppy mumbled under her breath as they passed under the farm's entrance sign that dangled over the roadway saying, Field's Family Farms." 

"What's wrong, Sis?" 

"I just saw Randy looking out the front window. Don't let them be assholes," she said as they started exiting the car.

"Too late." He chuckled.