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Dear god.
Was today the day it ended for her? She was so frightened she wanted to crawl under the bed and never come out. But she wasn’t a coward. She would face her executioners head-on despite being petrified of what they were going to do to her.
“Hello, are you awake, Missy?”
Lorelei frowned at the cheerful female voice on the other side of the door but at once that comforted her. She needed a friendly face if that friendly voice was anything to go by.
She opened the door.
“Oh, there you are. Did you sleep well, young lady?”
“I... yes, thank you.” What was she going to say?No, I had a sex dream where the very men capable of killing people which happens to be their business were the ones fucking me.
“Good. Come on, Breakfast is ready.” She linked her arm with Lorelei’s and led her to the dining room. “My name is Mrs. Fox and I’ve taken care of this trio since the first time they came to live with The Don when they were still young little boys.”
Lorelei stiffened at the sight of the three of them. She clung even closer to Mrs. Fox who she had just met.
Wait, did she say The Don? As in the head of the Italian mafia? They were taken in by the head of the Italian mafia when they were still young?
She didn’t need any more proof. And after what they had done with Ace, no more speculations were required either.
They were the mafia.
Fuck.
She was in over her head.
Still, her gaze had no filter or fear and settled on the three of them. Freshly showered and dressed in their immaculate suits, they still continued to mesmerize her as much as they scared her.
They could easily be on the covers of magazines for the rough, tough, powerful but smooth and sophisticated looks they had. But they were killers. They were going to kill her and Morgan if they found him.
“It’s not every day I make it up here. But when I do, I always cook my boys a full breakfast.”
What would she call that kind of breakfast for these kinds of people? A breakfast for killers?
She wondered how they explained her presence in their home. Next in line to be killed?
She was losing her mind. Fear messed with her thinking.
“And this is my granddaughter and their goddaughter, Gianna.”
Lorelei looked at the young girl who emerged from behind the door of the fridge. With her pixie-style haircut and huge blue eyes, the girl waved at her with an apple stuck between her lips. She pulled out the apple and came rushing toward Lorelei.
“Oh, you’re fucking gorgeous,” Gianna squealed then hugged her. Unsure, Lorelei hugged her back and decided she liked the girl dressed in denim shorts, a tank top with cute butterfly tattoos on her arms and piercings on her eyebrow and nose.
“Gianna, language,” Justin said, without looking up from his laptop. The stern tone of his voice sizzled down her spine.
Gianna stuck her tongue out. “Don’t let these three ogres scare you. I have some pepper spray, remind me to leave it with you,” she whispered, only she whispered it loud enough that they could hear.
“When do you go back to school?” Ian asked. He had been reading from a newspaper and Lorelei in her state of confusion didn’t know why she found that... made her breath catch.
“Never. I’m dropping out.”
“The hell you,” Drake said as he lifted his glass of orange juice and took a sip. Lorelei spun away from him when she realized her attention had been on his lips and he had caught her staring.
“Uncle Drake, I thought you were the coolest.”
“Don’t mind them. She gives them a hard time because they’ve spoiled her. Lorelei dear, can you help me bring in the muffins while I get fresh coffee?”
