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She Showed Up on Blind Date Covered in Mud — The Mafia Boss Was About to Walk Away, Until He Saw

She Showed Up on Blind Date Covered in Mud — The Mafia Boss Was About to Walk Away, Until He Saw Audrey Sinclair stood in the gold leafed foyer of The Gilded Flame, the most expensive Italian restaurant in Chicago, looking as if someone had just hauled her out of the Chicago River. Water dripped steadily from her brown hair, plastered flat and heavy. The black dress she’d borrowed from Brynn was now darker, sodden, and clinging with its weight. One high heel had vanished somewhere along the way. The other she held in her hand. And on her cheek, a streak of blood was drying, blood that wasn’t hers. Every pair of eyes in the foyer turned toward her. The hostess froze midway through a smile, her expression shifting from welcome to alarm. “I have a reservation,” Audrey said softly, her voice trembling with cold. “A table for two, under the name Brennan.” The hostess blinked twice, her mouth opening and closing like a fish pulled from water. “I… I’m sorry, perhaps you’d like to reschedule…” Before Audrey could answer, the velvet curtain to the VIP section parted. A tall man stepped out in a perfectly tailored black three piece suit. Callum Brennan, dark hair combed back, a few strands of silver at his temples, eyes a gray blue as cold as steel. A faint scar along the left side of his jaw twitched when he saw her. He stopped short. Silence stretched between them like a chasm. Audrey watched his gaze move from her bare foot leaving a small puddle on the marble, to the soaked dress clinging to her body, then to the blood on her cheek. His expression shifted from shock to something unreadable, and then settled on something she couldn’t quite name. He didn’t step back. But he didn’t move toward her either. “Mr. Brennan,” the hostess cut in quickly, relief edging her voice, “perhaps this is a misunderstanding. I can call security if you’d like…” “No,” Audrey interrupted, lifting her chin even as her body shook with cold and exhaustion. “I know what I look like. I know you want to walk away. But please, give me two minutes to explain.” Callum Brennan, the man rumored to be the most dangerous in Chicago, stood there, his gray blue eyes sweeping over her as if he were weighing her on invisible scales. His jaw tightened, and Audrey could see he was deciding. Then his eyes met hers, and something held him still. Maybe it was the exhaustion in the way she stood. Maybe it was the dried blood on her cheek that wasn’t hers. Or maybe it was the simple fact that even looking as if she’d just escaped death, she had still come. “Two minutes,” he said at last, his voice low and emotionless. He gestured toward a shadowed corner beside the fireplace, away from the diners who were watching so intently. Audrey nodded, fighting back tears. ⚠️ DISCLAIMER - Touching Boss Stories This channel features original fictional stories created for entertainment and emotional storytelling. Fictional Content: All characters, names, and events are products of imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real-life situations is purely coincidental. Creative Direction: All stories are human-led and human-directed. AI technology is utilized solely as a tool to assist with visuals and narration to enhance the viewer experience. Purpose: Our content is designed for dramatic and entertainment purposes only. #darkromancestory #mafialovestories #waitressmafiastory #mafiaromance #heartwarmingstories