My name is Coby Cabello, and I'm pretty sure I work for the mob. I'm also pretty sure I don't care. What else am I supposed to think when I'm a regular human man working at a bar owned by a family of seriously enormous, incredibly powerful, insanely rich, and really protective guys, including Solomon, the hot-as-all-heck bouncer who glares at me across the room like he can't decide whether to kiss me or kill me? Want...