A Quick Buck: A Mafia Daddy Romance by K.L. Hiers

Author:K.L. Hiers [Hiers, K.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Stormy Night Publications
Published: 2021-11-19T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

“Have fun,” Mickey drawled. “Try not to fuck anything.”

“I make no promises that I can’t keep!” Roger called out over his shoulder, laughing as he caught back up with them.

“You’re a menace,” Crybaby said affectionately.

“Damn right, I am.” Roger sighed dreamily. “And I’m gonna be a married menace.”

In the kitchen, Frida was tidying up the counters. She blinked as Noah and the others came in, stammering, “Uh, uh, wh-what are you doing in here?”

“I’m here to help with dinner. Several hours too early.” Noah sidled up beside her, awkwardly close, and he mumbled under his breath, “Please help me.”

Frida glanced between Noah and Crybaby, and her eyes widened when she saw Roger there too. She nodded, seeming to understand Noah’s predicament. “I, I guess we can… well… We can start the sauce for the pasta.”

“Pasta sauce! I’m all over it!” Noah clapped. “What do I do?”

Roger hopped up on the counter beside the fridge. “Damn. Nice ass kitchen. It’s, like, the size of that damn storage unit I used to crash at.”

Frida wordlessly gathered ingredients out of the fridge, cringing when Roger looked her way. She almost dropped the fresh vegetables in her arms as she hurried back to rejoin Noah.

“Right?” Crybaby snorted. “It’s a pretty nice place.”

“Thanks,” Noah muttered.

“Like it’s yours.”

“Might as well be.” Noah didn’t mean to sound so bitter, but the situation was not looking good for his uncle.

Frida frowned and handed him a large knife. She had a knife of her own, and she pointed at a bowl full of half-melted ice water and tomatoes.

Noah reached in and grabbed one to hand to her.

She demonstrated how to cut and peel it, gesturing for Noah to follow her example.

“Ah, don’t sweat it, kid.” Roger grinned. “It’s not like Alistair is gonna kill your uncle without talking to him. That’s not his style. He’ll give him a chance to explain himself.” He shrugged. “And then probably kill him.”

Noah chopped the tomato a little too vigorously. “Yeah. Great. I feel so much better.”

“Anyway.” Crybaby cleared her throat. “So, uh, when are you and Mickey going out?”

“Probably after dinner,” Roger replied. “He promised to take me dancing when we were in Florida, but we had a little misunderstanding, so we didn’t go.”

“A misunderstanding?” Crybaby echoed.

“Yeah, Mickey thought I was trying to fuck this gas station attendant, and it was a whole thing.”

“And you weren’t?”

“No!” Roger laughed. “I was actually trying to see what color nail polish he was wearing. It reminded me of that purple shit Cold wore. Do you remember that?”

Noah was only half listening to the conversation, letting Frida direct him as he cut up more tomatoes and some onions to toss into a big pot. Next was a can of some red goo, olive oil, and then a bunch of green stuff.

He had no idea what he was actually doing, and Frida didn’t seem like she was too interested in giving him a more in-depth lesson. Maybe he could ask her questions later.

Right now he had to listen to this weird story about nail polish.

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