Mob Mistress. Sheri WhiteFeather
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never told the government that you were his son. He wanted you to stay with us. To have a normal childhood.”
No, Justin thought. Reed was trying to make things easier for himself. “Have you heard from him since he went into witness protection? Is he allowed to keep in touch?”
“WITSEC permits government-screened phone calls and letters, but Reed asked his field inspector to contact us instead. About a year after he testified against Denny, we were told that Reed was doing well. That he met a nice girl and got married.”
Well, bully for him. “Does he have other kids?”
“I don’t know. We only heard from his inspector that one time. I think Reed needed to sever those ties, to convince himself that he was doing the right thing. I can’t tell you how many times he cried about letting you go.”
Yeah, right. The grieving father. “Brian says you’re naive, Mom. That you trusted Reed too much.”
“Brian? You mean Denny’s son? They had a hit out on my brother. They still do. If they didn’t, Reed would be able to come home.”
“After all this time? What’s the point? He has a new name, a new life. He isn’t your brother anymore.”
“He’ll always be family. Always,” she reiterated.
Not to me, Justin thought.
“Don’t go back to California,” his mom implored, as if she’d read his mind. “Please. Don’t go back.”
“I have to.”
“For the girl who came to your room?”
He nodded. He’d told his parents about his angel, but he hadn’t told them that he suspected a maid. That the more he thought about it, the more he knew she was the one. She’d reacted too strongly to him being a Halloway. She’d given herself away, and the next time he saw her, he was going to press her even further.
“Why can’t you call the police?” his mom asked. “Why can’t you let them help her?”
“She doesn’t want to call the cops. She suspects the Halloways of something, but she doesn’t have any proof.”
Mom refused to back down. “Anything that involves them is dangerous. You know it is.”
Yes, he knew, but he responded with a stupid comment. “Brian says the Hollywood Mob doesn’t exist anymore.”
Both of his parents gave him an incredulous look.
“Other crime families have disbanded. So why not them?” He defended the Halloways, and this time he knew why. He didn’t want to admit that his genes were so horribly tainted. That the mobsters who wanted to embrace him so badly were making Maya afraid.
His dad scooted forward. “Don’t fall into their trap. Don’t let them lure you into all that phony glamour. Don’t do what Reed did.”
“I’m not like Reed,” Justin snapped, resenting the comparison.
“Then help the girl who needs you and come home.”
Home? At this point, he didn’t even know what the word meant. But worse yet was his dilemma with Maya.
And how he was going to help her without getting caught.
Justin was back. Maya hadn’t seen him, but she’d heard that he’d returned last night.
The mansion buzzed with activity. Today the staff was preparing for a poolside gathering. A family-and-close-friends event: casual food and games for the children, sushi, sashimi and sake for the adults.
Maya still had Justin’s puppy. He followed her around the state-of-the-art, chrome-and-glass kitchen, sniffing for tidbits. Lucifer hadn’t uttered a word. But what could the chef say? Lester was Justin’s pet, and Justin was the Halloway golden boy. By now, everyone in the house had been informed that he was Beverly’s secret son.
And this was his coming-out party, Maya thought, his first soiree with his new family.
Suddenly Brian’s girlfriend swept into the room. Dressed for the festivities in a designer swimsuit and a matching cover-up, she flaunted her outfit. Her sandals sparkled with glass beads and gold braid.
Like Lucifer, she’d been christened behind her back. Her name was Tori Temple, but the maids called her Tori Tell All because she talked out of turn, telling them things she shouldn’t. She wasn’t the brightest bulb in the chandelier, but she had legs like a Victoria’s Secret model and hair like Lady Godiva.
She’d been one of many mistresses who’d broken up Brian’s marriage. His wife had gotten tired of his philandering ways and had filed for divorce, taking a hefty chunk of change with her.
But before the ink on the financial settlement had dried, Tori Tell All had maneuvered her way into the mansion, traipsing around like the blow-up doll she was.
Not that Brian was faithful to her. According to rumor, he still kept his other bimbos on the side. The Halloway men didn’t know the meaning of commitment.
Tori snagged a seafood-stuffed norimaki off a platter and bit into it. Lucifer’s expression didn’t falter, but he was probably cringing inside. Rice trickled onto the floor, breaking free of the seaweed wrap.
The leggy blonde finished the sushi roll. “I just love these.” She looked at Maya. “Don’t you?”
“They’re the chef’s specialty,” Maya responded, as the puppy in her care lapped up the loose rice.
Tori reached down to pat his head, exposing her cosmetically enhanced cleavage. “Brian told me to invite some girls for Justin. You know, so he could take his pick.”
Something akin to jealousy reared its ugly head, but Maya didn’t react, not visibly.
Brian’s mistress kept blabbing. “A blonde, a brunette and a redhead.” She went after another norimaki. “We aren’t sure what type he likes best.”
Another maid shot Maya a “be careful” look. Whenever Tell All talked too much, they got in trouble for gossiping, even if they hadn’t said a thing.
“I hope this doesn’t make me seem like Heidi Fleiss.” Tori made a face. “They’re starlets, not hookers.” She finished the sushi, dropping more rice for the puppy to lap up. “I met Justin this morning. He’s handsome, don’t you think? Dark and sexy.”
Maya wasn’t about to respond.
“Oh!” The blonde yipped. “Speak of the Texan. There he is.”
Yes, there he was, entering the kitchen. But as dark and sexy as he was, he didn’t look like a Texan today. Like Tori, he was dressed for the party. He wore surfer-style swim trunks.
Maya tried not to notice his body: his chest, his stomach, the athletic way in which he moved.
He walked up to her. “I’m here to collect my dog.”
She merely nodded. Tori watched them with blatant interest.
“Was he good?” Justin asked.
“Yes, he—” Maya stammered.
“He what?”
“Nothing,” she said. Lester had slept in her bed, curling into a furry ball, keeping her warm at night.
“Will you get him for me?”
“Yes, of course.” The dog wasn’t paying them any mind. He was too busy sniffing the floor, scouting morsels he might have missed.
She reached for Lester, wondering what Justin was up to. He could have managed the dog far better than she could. The big, overgrown puppy was a cumbersome bundle.
Was Justin playing his lord of the manor role? Making a maid do his bidding? Or was—
Maya froze. He moved in close, too