Hidden Ties (Made Men #11) Read Online Sarah Brianne

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Made Men Series by Sarah Brianne
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Total pages in book: 181
Estimated words: 171979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 860(@200wpm)___ 688(@250wpm)___ 573(@300wpm)
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“I don’t suppose either of them would consider me cleaning their home in my uniform?”

“Afraid not. The Goodwins use it as a way to spice up their marriage without cheating, and, well …” April paused. “Matthias … likes to look, without all the touching.”

Her shoulders slumped. “I don’t even go topless in our apartment walking from the bathroom to my room.”

“I didn’t think I could do it, either, but I did,” April encouraged her again. “You can do it, girl. I have faith in you.”

Sage bit her lip until she could taste blood in her mouth. The time was coming when Glory would no longer be able to continue watching the girls, which was why she was so desperate for the job at Hollingsworth. She was hoping the girls would be in school before that time came, but Glory’s health wasn’t getting better—it was worsening. How could she manage to pay a babysitter when she was barely coming up with the rent?

“Hell, wear a wig,” April suggested. “None of them will be looking at your face, anyway. If you wear a wig, they’ll probably think it’s me.”

“They’ll be able to tell,” she said drolly. “They’ll take one look at me in one of the costumes and ask for their money back.”

She was grasping at straws to keep from taking one of the jobs. She already felt there was an imaginary guillotine in position over her head. Another expenditure like lunch yesterday, and her family would be homeless.

Sensing she was succeeding at getting through to her, April became even more persistent.

“At least take Matthias. We look enough alike he won’t notice the difference. We have the same hair color and length of hair. He’ll just assume you’re me.”

Sage was tempted but tried to find another excuse to convince April it wouldn’t work. “He would notice the difference in our voices.”

“Matthias never talks to me.” April wasn’t giving up. The woman should have been a realtor or a car sale’s person. “I haven’t said one word to him since I’ve started working for him. Most of the time, I only see him when I clean his office, which usually takes me about thirty minutes. I clean that room last. When I clean his desk, his eyes are on my tits, not my face.” April gave a sultry laugh. “You don’t even have to touch him to take the tip. He leaves it on the entry table while I’m putting the cleaning supplies away.”

Thinking over every single way it could go bad—and she definitely wasn’t going to do it—she still found herself asking another question.

“Which outfit does he pick for you to wear?”

“Either the French maid or just a plain oversized T-shirt. Thong bottom,” April was quick to answer.

“I’ll think it over.” Buying time, she went back to her locker to close and lock it.

“Don’t take too long.”

“I won’t know until Friday if I’m off probation.”

“What would it matter, anyway? Even if you do, you should still take the clients I’m offering you. The money will give you breathing room to get ahead before some other shit lands on your plate,” April advised. “With your freaking luck, a meteor will land on your car, or you’ll break a leg tripping over one of the girls’ toys.”

Sage made a face at her. “My luck isn’t that bad.”

“Yeah?” April raised her eyes skyward. “You’ve had four flat tires in the last two months. Before that, your transmission went out, about the same time you caught a virus from the girls and had to miss work to stay home with them so Glory wouldn’t catch it. Before that—”

“Never mind,” Sage stopped her. She didn’t need to relive the nightmare of her life.

“Face it, chickadee, you wouldn’t have any luck at all unless it was bad.”

NINE

His head was splitting open. He needed some Ibuprofen and a change of careers. Maybe not taking clients who were only one degree short of being classified as crazy would be the wiser choice.

As he ruminated over his career choice, he tapped his fingers on the arm of the chair, waiting for Matthias Luciano to explain why he had been summoned. Several minutes passed before Matthias took his gaze off the computer monitor, which had been holding his rapt attention.

“I want you to act as an emissary for me.”

Surprise kept him from responding immediately. He had done a few jobs for the Luciano family after working some for the Carusos. None of those had been for Matthias, nor had they involved being an emissary. He should suggest to Dante and Lucca not to give out his number again.

“Would I be acting as a representative for the Luciano family or only you personally?”

“Just me.” Matthias looked back to the computer screen.

“Suppose you’ll tell me the purpose of being your emissary and when?”

“Now would be good.”


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