Hidden Witness 2: A Mafia Romance by Posey Parks

Author:Posey Parks [Parks, Posey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: BWWM, interracial romance, muliticultural, multicultural romance, contemporary romance, romance suspense, Billionaire romance, single dad, Alpha romance, second chance romance, mafia romance, pregnancy romance, classic romance
Publisher: Posey Parks Publishing
Published: 2018-06-20T16:00:00+00:00

I was so angry I could burn thunder wood. I hate my father. He’s still hung up on Jeremy. I didn’t want to tell him about Dillon. I knew he would never accept him. Lying back down, I retrieved Dillon’s T-shirt from under my pillow, squeezing it tight, inhaling his now, faint delicious scent. The tears rolled down my cheeks as I dozed off.

SIERRA

Thanks to the ladies my hair and make-up looks perfect. Even if Dillon wasn’t arriving tonight, I felt pampered. Zoey and I prepared one hell of a feast for everyone. I helped Zoey clean the kitchen after our huge dinner party.

“Zoey, go get some rest. There’s only a couple piles of dishes left. I can manage.”

Her tired brown eyes glanced into mine. “Are you sure?”

I chuckled. “Absolutely.” I pulled her into my arms giving her a warm hug. “Goodnight, Zoey.”

“Goodnight.”

Twenty minutes later, the kitchen was wiped clean. Both dishwashers filled with dirty dishes were quietly bustling. Turning off the kitchen lights, I strolled toward my bedroom eager to watch reruns of Criminal Intent.

Entering the half-lit bedroom, I closed the door behind me.

“Sierra, how have you been?” I heard from the dark shadowed corner near the window. My heart stopped beating in that moment. Inside I said hello, but the words never left my mouth. I inched closer, making it as far as the side of the bed.

Dillon appeared to be standing taller than the last time I saw him. Not that he doesn’t stand tall all the time. However, there was nothing jokingly about his posture. He stepped back out of the shadow just a bit, turning side ways to face me. Visibly, I’m sure I gasped.

His head was held high, and the serious look on his face was powerful. His handsome brooding facial features were tense. The crow’s feet along his eyes were more vivid in the shadows. Dillon’s thick protruding eyebrows drew together in the middle of his forehead, causing him to appear permanently angry. The narrow slope down his nose led to his tasty, slightly pouty lips. His large hands rested in the pockets of his expensive trousers. The bluish gray Italian silk suit draped his muscular stature, commanding him respect. The pink shirt and tie made his look even sexier.

Dillon’s new haircut was swoon worthy. His hair was cut low around the sides, yet he kept it long and curly in the top. Instantly my fingers felt a gravitational pull to slowly slide through his curly amber hair. Yet, instead my hands stilled, lowering back at my sides. My fists constricted and un-constricted several times. My eyes left his gaze, slipping to the window. My feet carried me across the cherry wood floor near the window. I set my sights on the view of the swaying lush green trees in the back of the house.

The gray walls in the room weren’t closing in on Dillon and me, yet they were expanding, pushing us farther apart.

“So, you aren’t speaking to me?”

“What is there to say? You never returned any of my calls or text messages.

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