How The Mobster Stole Christmas by Naomi Porter

Author:Naomi Porter [Porter, Naomi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ocean Dreams Publishing
Published: 2025-12-05T00:00:00+00:00

6

Cyndee

The driver who drove my sister and I to the luxury salon and spa earlier today was now taking us back to our apartment. His name was Ross. I wouldn’t want to make him angry or run into him in a dark alley. He had massive muscles, tattoos on his neck, and a three-inch scar on the side of his face. He hardly spoke, but I think he had an Irish accent.

To say the least, I felt safe with Ross and wouldn’t do anything to offend him or make him want to hurt me.

In a few hours, Fabio would pick me up and we’d go to the ballet for The Nutcracker. His sister was the Sugar Plum Fairy. Impressive, right?

I’d seen a performance a long time ago put on by a local dance school, but it wouldn’t be able to compete with the San Francisco Ballet.

“I feel like I’m glowing.” Celine admired her nails. “Am I?”

I glanced at her. “Your skin is luminous, and your hair is silky. I guess that’s glowing.”

“It is and you’re radiant. Do you feel as amazing as you look?”

“I guess.” I shrugged my shoulders and felt Ross looking at me. I couldn’t be one hundred percent sure because he was wearing black sunglasses. It just felt like someone was watching me, and he was the only other person in the car with us.

Did Ross know about Fabio’s plan to use me as his fake girlfriend to appease his family? If he was Fabio’s confidant, I guess he would know. The thought sort of made me feel weird. Was Ross quietly judging me? Did he think I was only after the money? I supposed it appeared that way.

Although, I genuinely wanted to help Fabio. The money, clothes and the pampering I’d just experienced were incredible. It was like I was living an alternate life. Someone else’s life. Or maybe I was dreaming that I was a princess living in San Francisco.

Please, nobody wake me up! I hoped this was the longest, most detailed dream I’d ever had.

But I knew it was real. Regretfully, real.

If I could back out, I would. But my sister and Fabio were so invested…

I didn’t want to put him in a bind or disappoint him. It would make working for him awkward and uncomfortable.

He’d already spent a ton of money on me, and a fair amount on my sister. Four massive black clothing bags had been delivered to my apartment the other day. I was terrified to see what was inside the bags. I was confident the clothes were styles I had never worn before and brands I could never afford on my limited budget.

Each garment bag had Do Not Open Until Day of Event printed on it and was numbered: Event 1, Event 2, Event 3, Extra 4.

I had zero problems not peeking, but Celine was going nuts waiting. We’d been like this every year at Christmastime. Mama would wrap the gifts and put them under the tree. I’d admire the presents from afar and all the pretty paper and ribbons.

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