Naughty Santa Daddy by unknow

Author:unknow
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sapphire Knight
Published: 2024-12-13T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 2

Ryan Michele

Ryan Michele

Massimo

Pulling into the parking lot of the diner, my eyes search for anything out of sorts. Hadley’s beat-up car sits near the dumpster underneath the streetlamp. She has a good head on her shoulders in protecting herself. It is something I have learned that she has: resilience.

Unfortunately, parking under a light isn’t going to save her from the possibilities of the dangers that wrap around her in the shadows.

A danger that includes me.

Parking and turning off the engine, I exit the blacked-out SUV, grabbing my newspaper and putting it under my arm. Same shit, different day.

I don’t entirely consider the man who steps out from the building one door over and nods at me. After searching around once more and seeing nothing out of place, I move quickly and enter the building.

The lanky man practically trembles as he greets me. “Mr. Costa, sir. I have the information you requested.”

“It’s all there. Nothing is missing, correct?” I warn, and his hand shakes the envelope along with it.

“Yes, sir. Everything.”

I hold out my hand, and he gives it to me, my gaze never leaving his. He, Adam, owed me for his transgressions, and I kept him on a tight leash. Adam’s hacking skills are impeccable, and I use those skills as much as possible.

“Good man. Talk soon.” I turn to leave.

“Sir…” he stutters. “Are my debts clear now?”

“They’re fuckin’ done when I say they’re done. Got me?”

His head nods as his entire body trembles. “Yes, sir.”

Saying nothing, I tuck the envelope under my arm with the newspaper and make my way to Clyde’s.

Entering the building, the chime above the door goes off, and I instantly hear the chatter throughout the place. Today they have added the spray snow to the windows. We are in Texas; this is the only snow we can plan on having. The likelihood of the real deal is slim, and I hope no one in here is hoping for a white Christmas.

Several tables are full for a change as Hadley runs around the joint, smiling at each and every person. My usual spot in the back is open, and I slide into what I consider my chair. Back to the wall, eyes to the front door, watching even when no one thinks I am—ever diligent to all the details. It’s necessary, the difference between life and death.

Scanning the surroundings, I open the paper and begin to stare at the letters.

“Black coffee for you,” Hadley states, setting a cup on a saucer and pouring the black java inside.

I say nothing, giving her my typical nod.

“You want some sweet rolls to go with that today? Mrs. Janosky shared her traditional Polish recipe. They are absolutely the best!” she asks exuberantly, a bit of hope coming through her tone.

It seems like a challenge to her: getting me to eat something, but it isn’t happening. I almost want to laugh. Challenge accepted.

Shaking my head, she gets the cue, walking off to the next table. The view from behind is just as good as the front.

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