Mob Mistress. Sheri WhiteFeather

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      “Only it was Beverly who conceived you with that traitor lover of hers.” A slight pause. A slight thought. “Did you know that Reed was a West Coast Family soldier? Besides being an ex-con and an accomplished thief, he had a genius IQ and built countersurvelliance equipment in his spare time. He impressed us at first, especially Dad.”

      “What does that have to do with me?”

      “We’re aware that you have a genius IQ, too.”

      Meaning what? That he’d inherited his superior intelligence from a guy with no morals?

      Justin finally opened the sealed envelope and looked at the contents. 99.9 percent positive. He wanted to crumble it, to trash it, but that wouldn’t change the results. He steeled his emotions instead.

      The other man waited a beat, then continued, “When Reed seduced Beverly, all hell broke loose. She was a college student, the pride of our daddy’s eye. In the old mob way, you’re supposed to ask for permission to date the boss’s daughter.”

      “So why didn’t Reed ask?”

      “Because he botched up a job he was sent to do, and Dad stopped trusting him. There was no way he was going to let him keep seeing Beverly. He warned Reed to stay away from his daughter.”

      “So Reed convinced Beverly to run away with him?”

      “Exactly. And then Heather got dragged into it. She was naïve when it came to her brother.”

      Justin gripped the back of a wing back chair. His mother rarely talked about Reed. Aside from admitting that he’d testified against Denny Halloway and entered the witness protection program, she kept her memories to herself.

      “That bastard left you behind,” Brian said. “He could have taken you into WITSEC with him, but he couldn’t be bothered. You’d do well to hate him.”

      “Don’t tell me how to feel,” Justin shot back, even though he was starting to despise Reed. “What’s the deal with Beverly? Why didn’t she admit to her family that I was her son? Why the big charade?”

      “Beverly loved us, but she detested our lifestyle. I guess she thought you’d be better off without us.”

      “I can’t say I blame her.”

      “We’re different now.”

      Justin blinked. “What?”

      “We’re not involved in organized crime anymore. People still associate us with it, of course. But all of our businesses are legitimate now.”

      Yeah, right. He might have been born under shaky circumstances, but he hadn’t been born yesterday. “You actually expect me to believe that?”

      Brian laughed a little. “No, I suppose not. Not after we kidnapped you. But aside from that, we haven’t broken the law in years. Richard and I weeded out the bad blood in our organization. We made a conscious choice to change who and what we are.”

      Justin glanced at Leo, but the security chief didn’t react. He stood like a sentry, gun clipped to his belt, with the sun illuminating his Hulkish form.

      People don’t change, he thought. Not like that. “Whose idea was it to kidnap me?”

      “Dad’s.”

      “So he’s still calling the shots? Even though he’s locked up?”

      “Dad thought it was important to expose you to the kind of power our family wields. Whether we’re criminals or not.”

      “I don’t give a crap about your power.”

      “Eventually you will. Once you get past the kidnapping, you’ll enjoy the entitlement that comes with being a Halloway. And you’ll admit that your life was getting boring. That we managed to spice it up.”

      Screw this. “I’m going back to Texas.”

      “What for?”

      “Why the hell do you think? To talk to my mom and dad.” To rage, to vent, he thought. To fight the pain, the lies, the deceit.

      “We were hoping that you’d spend the rest of your vacation with us.” Brian made a joke. “After all the trouble it took to get you here.”

      Frustration hit him hard and quick. He wasn’t in the mood for petty humor.

      The other man caught his scowl and turned serious. “Are you angry at your parents?”

      Justin didn’t answer the question. He spun it around on his supposedly “reformed” mobster uncle. “Are you mad at Beverly for keeping the truth from you?”

      “It’s tough to be angry at someone who’s gone, who died so tragically. But I wish she had allowed us the opportunity to know you when you were young. That she wouldn’t have robbed us of her son.”

      “It could have turned out the other way. The other baby could have been Beverly and Reed’s child.”

      “Yes, it could have. And we would have notified the authorities if that had been the case. We would have asked for its remains so we could give it a decent burial. I imagine Heather and Michael will want to do that. But the police will probably grill them. They’ll have to answer some difficult questions. According to the article we read, this is being treated like a homicide.”

      Justin nodded. He’d assumed the infant had been murdered, too.

      “After you go home, after you settle things in Texas, will you come back?” Brian asked. “Will you visit with us? Will you give us a chance?”

      Justin stalled, thinking about his angel, about the possibility that she was Maya, the maid who’d been too uncomfortable to meet his gaze. How could he keep his promise to her if he didn’t return?

      “We’d like to make a formal announcement,” Brian added. “Introduce you to the rest of the family and tell all of our friends who you are. Maybe host a few parties.”

      Parties? Justin snagged Leo’s gaze and felt his bones go cold. He didn’t want to get caught up in being the long-lost nephew, in being Denny Halloway’s revered grandson, in having men like Leo standing guard. But he’d already made his mind up earlier that he wasn’t going to abandon the woman who’d asked for his help.

      “Our pilot can take you to Texas,” Brian said. “And he can bring you back. It’s the family jet. That’s what it’s for.”

      “Where’s my truck?”

      “Here. In the garage. But you’re not going to drive, are you?”

      “No. I’ll fly. On your jet,” Justin responded, praying that he was making the right choice.

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