TRAPPED WITH THE MAFIA BOSS
“Looks too American. Find out who he is. Now.”
“Got that, sir,” one grunted. They split off, disappearing into the party.
Just then, JJ shrieked, barreling across the field. His tiny feet kicked up grass, party hat crooked. The crowd turned, smiling as Jeremy swept him up. “There’s my big boy!” he roared, tossing JJ high. The boy squealed, arms flailing. Laughter rippled through the guests.
Jeremy carried JJ to a stage rigged with lights. The band quieted, all eyes on him. He grabbed a mic, voice booming.
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