Claimed By The Mafia Boss
She picked up the magazine I’d left on the table as Eloise’s footsteps faded down the hallway.
“You were having breakfast. I didn’t mean to interrupt,” Mum said, waving us over. “Come, sit back down.”
Cleo made a silly face that said, This is awkward but I’m loving it.
Cleo hid her smile from Mum as she sat. I cleared my throat and straightened up.
“Cleo Garcia,” Mum said, turning to her. “You were the late boy’s mother, weren’t you?”
Mum didn’t know anything about the revenge plan or Senator Cruz. We were keeping it that way.