A Mafia Mistress for Christmas: A Dark Mafia Christmas Romance by Brooke Harper

Author:Brooke Harper [Harper, Brooke]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-11-29T16:00:00+00:00

I wake up early the next morning, before the sun has risen. Delacot Place is waiting for me, and seeing as Marco hasn’t gotten in touch, it’s time for me to stop waiting for him to make the first move and actually do something.

The burner cell Wes dropped off gives me directions to the apartment complex where Marco must be staying. An online search pulls up no “Marco” living at the complex. It could also be a safe house of some kind, or he might be there under Longtower again. A million different ideas flash through my mind, and talking them out with Wes on the phone helps me narrow down to the best one.

It’s only a few blocks over from the hotel, absolutely doable as a walk. I’m back in sneakers, with a sensible coat and a sweater designed to cut through the chill. The gun against my lower back goes a long way toward helping me feel better about this.

Still, it’s a risk I’ve got to take.

Wes will be hiding out, only a button press away if things go south, and I’m not new to dangerous situations like this. I can hold my own. So, hunching my shoulders against the wind slamming against my back, I trudge down the sidewalk.

Fifteen minutes later, I’ve found the right spot, the only people around me and a fragile-looking old woman struggling to get up the icy front steps. Delacot Place is a typical-looking apartment complex, decently maintained with weathered brick and neat black trim around the windows. Nothing as fancy, expensive, or modern as the convention center where the holiday party was held, but I can see how the steps might be tricky and hustle to help the woman.

“Careful.” I step to her side and gently take her elbow, her hand, guiding her to the top.

“The salt gets most spots, but it’s always a little tricky.” She offers me a grateful smile. “My shoes don’t have the right kind of tread. Thank you.”

“It’s my pleasure,” I say.

“Never seen your face around here.”

“I’m looking for someone. He’s rather tall, broad shouldered.” I describe Marco and ask if the woman knows him.

“Yes, he helps me out when I need things changed in the apartment; a lightbulb, a filter, you name it. I think he goes on vacation a lot though, because his place seems quiet most days, as though he’s not home.” Her face wrinkles further. “He’s in 4A. Biggest unit, corner of the building. Better views than the rest of us have.”

I draw open the door for her. “Thank you. I appreciate it.”

I head up to the apartment via a clean yet musty smelling elevator. It’s a small matter to find the right apartment, because the woman was right: the largest, and the corner unit.

There’s no way to tell if he’s actually inside, but a quick press of my ear against the door greets me with nothing but silence.

Here’s hoping.

I pull one of the specialty pins out of my hair, the one I’d stuck in this morning after my shower, and carefully picked the lock.

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