Surrogate for My Mafia Ex
I pick it up, flipping it over to examine the elegant silver embossed font on the cover.
“A charity auction catalog?” I ask, lifting a skeptical eyebrow as I look up at him. “Why the hell are you bringing me luxury retail listings, Max? We have an active mafia war brewing.”
“Open it,” Max says coolly, dropping his heavy weight into the leather armchair across from me and crossing his legs. “Turn straight to page twelve.”