The Mobster’s Masseuse

When I woke up this morning, I never expected my first massage client of the day to be notorious Boston mob boss Walker McManus. Nor did I expect the dangerously attractive criminal to offer fifty thousand dollars to give me the massage, instead. The surprises keep coming, too. Because Walker isn’t satisfied with one session. Oh, no. He wants an entire lifetime of them. With me. And he’s not accustomed to hearing the word no…