Mafia Puppet: A French Mafia Romance by Bella King

Author:Bella King [King, Bella]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: After Midnight
Published: 2020-11-30T18:00:00+00:00

Chapter 22

Shaye

I know that car. It’s Pierre’s. I saw him there before I left work yesterday.

Maybe I should say hi to him before I start work. He’s parked right outside the building, and it won’t take me more than a moment. He should know he’s not slick hiding out in plain view.

This morning is much warmer than yesterday was, but according to the weather report, it’s going to get very cold in the next couple of days. I find myself wondering if Pierre has anywhere warm to sleep. I wouldn’t feel bad if he froze to death. I’m just curious.

That’s all.

I walk up to his car, putting on a smile so as not to seem awkward about the feelings I had last night. It’s not like he knows about them, but I don’t want him reading the guilt in my expression. All I have to do is sell this painting to some unsuspecting bloke, and I’m through with Pierre and his oddly charming commands.

At first, I think the car is empty, but that’s before I see the bulge of a large figure underneath a small wool blanket.

My heart skips a beat, and my stomach sinks when I realize he might be dead in there. It’s too late in the morning for him to be asleep, and he wouldn’t just lay there like that with the sun shining into his window. I shouldn’t be worried about him, but I am.

I tap on the window, panic rising in my body as he fails to move.

Finally, after tapping hard enough to risk breaking the window, the figure moves beneath the blanket, and Pierre lifts his head, his curly brown hair in a haphazard mess on the top of his head.

I place my hand over my heart, breathing a sigh of relief at his confused expression.

The asshole is alive. I’d have a lot of explaining to do to the cops if he wasn’t.

Pierre leans over, opening the door and blinking as the morning sunlight washes over his tired face.

“What the hell happened to you?” I ask, studying his weary expression.

“Long night,” he grumbles, stumbling out of the car.

I step back as he stretches, throwing his arms out and displaying the full width of his chest. I knew it before, but I know it even more now. Pierre is a big fucking man.

I spot crimson crust on the knuckles of one of his hands. “Is that blood?” I ask in surprise.

He lifts his hand to his eyes and lets out a laugh through his nose. “Yeah, some dickhead at the bar thought it was wise to piss me off.”

“You were fighting?” I ask, like a wife scolding her husband.

“It wasn’t much of a fight,” he says, rubbing his eyes with his blood-crusted fist.

“Stop that!” I yank his hand down from his eye. “You want to get blood all in your eyes?”

He shrugs. “You got any water?”

I shake my head at him, placing my hands on my hips. “Pierre, you’re so immature.”

“I’m not,” he says, his voice growing deeper as I scold him.

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