Marcus (The Guzzi Legacy Book 6) by Bethany-Kris

Author:Bethany-Kris [Bethany-Kris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bethany-Kris
Published: 2019-12-01T18:30:00+00:00

While the flat screen on the opposite wall to his desk in the office of his home played through the highlight reels of the weekend news for Central Toronto, Marcus sipped on two fingers of cognac on ice and half paid attention. The news was always a good indication about just how much of Guzzi business went under the radar when there were issues. Especially if those issues originated outside the organization. Like right now with the bikers.

Of course, with the chapter of the Riders in Quebec being small, the death of the president of said chapter hadn’t been a big news story when it happened, although it had made the highlight reel.

Now, it wasn’t mentioned at all.

And the Guzzis name had never been brought up.

Marcus took all that as a win for him.

Sighing because it had a been a long, busy day but still happy with how it turned out for Cella and Tiffany, Marcus finished that last bit of cognac in the glass. Setting it down to the desk, he picked up the remote for the television and turned the news off. With the screen blank and his home mostly quiet with Cella getting her daughter ready for bed, he tried to decompress a bit.

To put the mafia business aside.

Enjoy his last night with Cella before she went back.

You should just ask her to stay—that’s what you want, idiot.

His mind was a special brand of hell tonight.

Turning, Marcus stared out the windows. The first thing that greeted someone when they walked into his office was the large windows that dominated one entire wall of the space. An inky sky overhead twinkled with stars that he couldn’t see nearly as well in the city, which was yet another reason why he preferred staying in the suburbs more than he did elsewhere. He waited for Cella to finish up with her child’s nighttime routine before she would come to find him.

Then, regardless of what his crazy mind—or was that his heart?—wanted to do, he was going to enjoy his last night with her in Toronto without making any demands of her. He wouldn’t even speak his wants when frankly, even those could come off as him not thinking about what she might want from all of this.

Surprisingly, it wasn’t Cella who found him.

Well, no one really found him.

He heard the soft footsteps coming down the upstairs hallway first, and then the tired sniffles echoed the closer the noise came to his office. Turning on his heel, he found the source of the sadness just starting to walk past his open office door.

“Tiff?”

The little girl in her pajamas decorated in pink hearts held a pillow tight to her chest that practically swallowed her in size. It wasn’t that she was a tiny child—she was small, yes, but normal for her age and stature. The pillow was just big enough that it seemed she needed both arms to hug it in order to keep a good hold on it.

She sniffled again, tipped her head down to wipe her few tears on the top of her pillow.

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