The Weekday One Hundred

Arlyne stretched out along the edge of the pool in a nearly nonexistent two-piece. She wasn’t looking for attention – especially from this group – but she sure as hell wasn’t going to hide her bruised and battered body from anyone.

Let them see, she thought.

But the half-dozen members of the Colombo crime family ignored her, instead sitting around the outdoor table drinking beers, smoking cigars, and playing cards.

She used to think these so-called tough guys cared enough about her to protect her, to keep her safe.

Now she knew better.

And now all she could think about was revenge.