Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 466

Chapter 466: That Must Be It

The street outside was quiet, sunlight bouncing off parked cars and closed storefronts. It took about an hour before a car finally pulled up to the curb.

Tony straightened immediately. "That must be it."

His girlfriend tucked her phone away. "Finally."

Marco stepped out of the car and walked into the pizza parlour carrying a huge dehydrator in his hand.

"Hey, Marco!" Tony said, brightening immediately. "How is Matteo doing?"

Marco adjusted his grip on the huge dehydrator in his hand and stepped farther into the pizza parlour. "He’s good, Tony."

Tony grinned. "That’s good. That’s really good. Babies are blessings."

Tony’s girlfriend, seated in one of the chairs near the wall, smiled faintly at that without looking up from her phone.

Marco set the dehydrator down carefully on the counter. "Would you get some of the other machines from the trunk of my car, please, while I set this up?"

"Of course, of course." Tony wiped his hands on his jeans, already moving. He hurried out, the bell over the door giving a tired little jingle behind him.

Marco turned back to the machine, checking the packaging, the cords, the attachments. Vee had bought half of the equipment herself.

As Marco moved around the counter, he took in Tony’s girlfriend. She sat casually, one leg crossed over the other, phone in hand, dressed simply in jeans and a fitted T-shirt. There was a name printed across the front of it in bold letters.

Marco’s eyes caught on it. The name sat in his mind. It had registered in his mind before for a reason. A report. A guest list. A family record. Something. His headache pulsed.

Fantastic.

He had slept like shit, and now his brain wanted to play mystery games.

Tony came in with another machine, cheerful and oblivious. "Where do you want this?"

"Place everything on the counter for now," Marco said.

Tony nodded and went back out again. Marco’s gaze drifted back to the woman’s T-shirt. As Tony came in and out of the store, carrying equipment, talking too much, the name continued to bug Marco.

He walked over to her. She glanced up before he reached her. "Hey..."

"Hi..." she responded.

"You were at my wedding, no?"

"Yes. It was a lovely occasion," she said.

Marco nodded slowly, still studying her. "Yeah...I knew I had seen you somewhere before."

Tony came in again, carrying a box. He glanced between Marco and his girlfriend, then immediately looked uncomfortable. Tony’s instincts were not always sharp, but when it came to dangerous men, apparently they worked just fine.

Marco’s gaze dropped again to the shirt. "So... nice shirt."

The woman looked down at herself, then chuckled, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, I know you are being nice and all, but no, it’s not."

The shirt was faded at the seams, the logo slightly cracked from too many washes. A coffee cup was printed in the centre.

He pointed at the logo. "That’s a coffee shop, right?"

Fifth Street.

A little coffee shop on Fifth Street.

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