Escaping The Mafia King

Chapter 9: 9

Turned out, Max had called cops.

When he was on the call earlier, he had called the police. When the police had arrived, Max and the police had greeted each other like long known best friends.

It was all weird.

And scary.

And impressing.

Surprisingly, the police did not come to ask me any questions. They picked up cringy and burly after talking to Max in a low tone for a while, and then drove away.

"What did you tell them?" I asked as soon as the police vehicle was out of our sight.

"That they need to wait 'cause I am going to ask you the questions that may come out offensive and interrogating."

"What kind of questions?" I poked.

"What are you hiding from me, Hope?"

"Nothing of your concern." I looked away.

He came forward, grabbed my chin and made me look at him once again,

man whom I respect very much, but also because you are going to take me to your bed and I would like to know more about the woman

get into my bed." I snapped, "And about being Vincent's niece, that does

anger. "You are so stubborn." He

"Very."

I stepped back. I definitely did not need any distractions. His closeness and body being the 'discratiest' thing in

Then you and I are going

Like I was going

*****

he took me to the coffee shop.

coffee shop,

are you

"My office." He replied.

here." I pulled at his hold

turned around to face

would. But the kind of people that you have got running after

Made sense.

instead of coming to an open area, Vincent's back

corner, and then

PI's have a very tight space room with no sight of cleanliness and hygiene. And trash thrown everywhere near them with piles of files and coffee mugs and energy drinks,

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