Page 15 of The Boss

CHAPTER 10

Luna

“Stop laughing at me!” I yell at my phone, where Ellie and Mia are guffawing at my expense. Then I sneeze again. “Damn it!”

“They really aresoadorable.” Ellie says through her giggles.

“Adorable and toxic.” I move one of the three kittens I just purchased off of my lap.

Mia chimes in, “I love this though. He loves dogs, you become a crazy cat lady. Perfect phase one of your plan.”

“I guess you don’t know you’re severely allergic to something until surprise! You know,” I mutter.

More laughter.

I flip my middle finger at my phone.

“You’re not going to keep them, right?”

“No, Ellie, I’m not keeping them. Although, maybe I should, look at me! I look like I’ve been stung by killer bees.”

“And then used sandpaper to wash your face!” Mia starts cackling again.

“Watch it, bitch, I will slip diuretics into your smoothies!”

“From Miami?”

“You doubt my power?”

Mia sobers immediately, “Never, boss.”

Ellie rolls her eyes. “What was the plan, exactly?”

I move the phone to show my room. “Buy a shitton of cats and one million cat things and move them all into his house with great feline fanfare, obviously.”

“And now?”

“Now I’m donating all of this and coming up with the next idea.”

Mia nods. “You’ll come up with something. I have a question though,” I raise my brows at her before she says, “I saw the file Vix did. No pics?”

“And nothing on Google either.” Ellie mumbles as she slips on some earrings to go with the gown she has on. I wish I could join them at the fundraiser tonight for…I can’t remember. Something stupid and political, probably.

“Yeah, I paid extra for her to dig deeper,” I wince. “She found him.”

They both make a face at me like they’ve just smelled bad cheese. “And you didn’t send them on…”

Mia finishes Ellie’s thought, “So he’s fugly. Makes sense a nasty piece of work on the inside would be scary on the outside. Still. We gotta see it.”

I pick up the phone and tap around to download the image attachments from Vix’s email, then text them to our group message. They look at Mia’s phone.

“That’s it? Three blurry pics? How?”

I look at the images for the millionth time. He looks like a soldier in all three, not a don. Apparently he only wears combat boots and cargo pants. Dark colors, dark leather jacket, dark hair that falls forward and hides his eyes. Looks like he has a five o’clock shadow, but not a full beard.

I sigh, “Apparently under the radar for this guy really means under the damn radar.”

“Well, you know from the file he’s tall, looks like he’s big too,” Ellie starts.