Dirty Money: A Dark Mafia Romance (Alpha Men Book 1) by Roxy Sinclaire & Tia Lewis

Author:Roxy Sinclaire & Tia Lewis [Sinclaire, Roxy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-11-26T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Alex

I checked my watch for maybe the tenth time since sitting down.

Where is he?

It was entirely possible that Belt hadn't gotten my message to meet, but if he didn’t show, I was going to walk. I was lucky, with Angelo still negotiating—it was taking way longer than he'd initially told me—I was allowed outside. That didn’t mean I wasn’t being watched, but I was good at spotting his guys, and considering what my hobbies were, I'd gotten good at disappearing into a crowd.

I was waiting in a café, seated away from the door and any windows, but situated so I could see people walking in, walking by on the streets. A waitress had been by three times already, and all I'd ordered so far was juice. I probably looked suspicious, a big man, looking outside, dressed in a trench coat and a hat. I even had sun glasses on. But I was paying upfront for the orders and there were plenty of seats, so no one was sending me away quite yet.

But where the hell was he? I had been there maybe twenty minutes, and I had been late for the time I said I'd be here.

Because I was too cautious to contact him directly, I'd called the towing company that took my car, and got in touch with Belt's guy—the one who he had fix my car last time—through them. I left him a message, and I'd been discreet about it. Maybe I had been too discreet, or Belt was getting old and forgetful.

I was done with my third glass of juice and was playing with the glass in my hands. I could see the same waitress eyeing my table and hesitating. If Belt didn’t show up, I was gonna order a meal, eat and leave. He wanted my help, I needed his help; but that didn’t mean I was willing to wait forever for him to show up any time I wanted to talk to him. I could just as easily go on my own, like I was used to. It would take a bit more work, but I was used to that, too.

The waitress was heading my way again. At almost the same time she decided to come by, Belt walked through the door. I raised a hand as he glanced casually around the room, then he walked in my direction. The waitress, seeing the action, hesitated then looked toward the door. When she saw him heading this way, she looked a little worried.

It was obvious why, with Belt dressed much like I was; jeans, shirt, trench coat, glasses and hat. Let alone that pretty much everyone had some combination of the same because it was suddenly windy outside. Maybe it was because we were two big guys meeting up for lunch. Was she suspicious because she was smart, or was she stereotyping?

A smile stretched on my mouth without my permission. Hoping to relieve some of her unease, I pulled off the hat and glasses, standing

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