The Dome of Mafia

estaurant with an utterly magnificent view of the ocean. If there was nothing els

s perfect for soothing her mind, and she sat down, careful to keep her knee-length skirt free of wrinkles. Fasya propped her hands u

xt to her; both of them laughed without a care in the world. She felt so lost without her mother in her life. Fasya still could not believ

um said and sat down across from her. The short redhead with daring green ey

throw away. Why did they want to make the restaurant into a souvenir shop? There were so many of those already. Th

I wish there was so

gh money to buy this place myself. The people who are looking at it hav

alled about t

into her purse. "I have leased smaller homes but no one has asked about the hot

asya were discussing. "Check out the gorgeous men who just walked insid

nd sat one table down. Were they the people who wanted to buy Gerard's? Fasya's eyes

neck. She watched a couple of stray hairs fly out of place and noticed how serious his brown eyes scanned the place. Was he meeting someone?

," Hanum pouted and moved a

look at Hanum. "Those m

ost seemed troubled though his expression remained stoic, giving off no hint

hat he caught her. The two dark haired men reminded her of the men who used to visit her f

ous grin and pointed at Fasya. "But I haven't seen you go out with a single man since you've bee

es still fixed. "No, Hanum. My father would j

"You noticed him too. Go i

ss," Fas

er give you a reason why h

eral times but he would

akes care of herself now. I don'

face felt hot. The men could probably h

the subject of dating, her father absolutely refused to listen. It was true that she had graduated and lived on her own now, but his ways r

nt to know more about these potential buyers." Fasya excused hers

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do what she was supposed to do. Tora did not like to wait for a server to

lothing; however, she graced a silky blouse and business skirt. Her smile was genuine. Her expression struck him as sweet. He had never s

was lost in his thoughts. He had not realized that the serv

is Hanum. What brings y

ed when restaurant staff asked him personal questions.

t me to bring you some

implying that you serve coff

m answered

t could say another word. "Bring us a

took out her sma

of the main part of the restaurant, coming back out briefly

the agent," he ordered. "I wan

want me

his head. "I will

number had an Orlando area code. He expected it to be local or at least closer to K

er sweet voice belonged to someone much too young to sell real estate. At least, sh

a Ram

es

about a piece of property with a hotel

e any questions a

building earlier. Since I am in Key Biscayne today, I would like t

n. I could meet you at a restaurant named Gerard's

miliar and I can meet you at the restaurant in...th

for you on the pat

ra clicked off the phone as

ut?" asked Farrent

here. As a matter of fact, she is here now and w

m a look. "What

t the patrons he passed in the restaurant. That blonde woman was the only

t's wall and faced the door. She opened a tablet and scrolled through her screen as she sipped something out of a cup.

xt, she looks lost," Farrent pointed out. "How do we know we can trust

e property. This agent has the only proper

ami. Who recommended this place to you anyway? Look at her;

to our advantage," Tora said, u

e piece of property in her hands. It would serve them right if she sold

ing for us to arrive even though I told her

obody else has looked at the place. She is probably

ant this prop

. "Well, let's get this over with so we can go home and start looki

his chair with Brett following suit; then all

ra said, already k

d. What could thes

ed. "I called about the

e than when they sat. Did they know who she was all along? Had they been sizing her up? Clearly, th

w I would be her

to stop in and called you from here.

inner. "Mr. Moloch," Fasya finally came to her senses and stood. She should

lt in his grip. How fragile she seemed as she returned his gaze. He q

man next to him is Brett," Tora pointed to the light-haired man. Brett smiled but did not try to shake her hand. "N

could not believe they had no questions. They just wanted to get right

stopped. "I will need to go in my vehicle." He started walki

ith my car. It is my respons

w. What do

," she a

pt walking. "We are taking

he expecting her to have a collision? Why was he maki

ide. Fasya froze. How did she know she could trust these men? They were virtual strangers in su

re you?" T

that risk. They were the first people who asked about the hotel

a mocked

freely. "Should I be, Mr. Moloch?" she asked.

relaxed as he crossed his leg, making her more s

ven before she fully spoke the words, Fasya was uncertain by what she said. She did not really want them to drop her of

k to all of your clients with that sort of tone? You told me that you would show me the inside of the hotel, and I wil

fingers were touching her chin. She could actually feel his breath against her face. It made her flush as a slight chill ran dow

ing dissatisfied that he scared her. Why did he care? He never gave it a seconds thought before. For some reason, this woman caused him guilt. Perhaps it was her perfect aura of innocence coerci

g to worry about with us anyway." He gently lowered his hand and retu