Semua Bab Running From The Mafia CEO: Bab 11 - Bab 13

Maya “Maybe he’s not so terrible after all. I mean…” Andrew clears his throat with an awkward chuckle, his eyes flicking to the rearview mirror. “I figured there had to be a reason they brought in a relative instead of one of the biological sons.”I purse my lips and let out a small, frustrated breath, wishing he’d learned to read a room. Or a car, in this case.He’s behind the wheel, driving us back to the office, and I haven’t had a single moment of silence since we walked out of the Moretti building.I knew Andrew was easily swayed. I just hadn’t realized it only took one carefully chosen sentence—one gentle stroke to his ego—to completely rewrite his convictions.“I had my suspicions,” he continues, sounding more confident, “that there was something missing. But it was right there—” he taps the wheel, punches it lightly, for emphasis, “—hiding underneath our noses.”Are you saying Moretti is clean?” I murmur, more to myself than to him, my gaze fixed on the passing city beyond th

Maya “Jenna? Jenna?”I blink suddenly, snapping out of my thoughts at the sound of something clicking in front of my face. I shut my eyes for a half-second as my vision doubles. When I open my eyes again, Andrew’s face is inches away from mine, his eyebrows close to being a unibrow. “What?” I ask. He sighs impatiently as he moves away, taking his place on the chair in front of my desk. I had no idea he was in my office. When did he walk in? Oh well, I muse with a half-shrug as I take in his worried expression. I don’t care. I have more pressing issues to worry about, other than the disgruntled opinion that must’ve brought him here. Like—“They’re calling it off.”“Huh,” I mutter absentmindedly, my thoughts going back to the text messages—the words that have taken up my entire existence and haunted my waking mind. “I see.”“You see?” Andrew leans in, hands slapping flat on my desk. I frown, my mouth dipping to one side, but I don’t comment. I’d hate for him to think I’m interest