Mafia Secret Read Free

and the girls hovering on her porch. "I'm just here to deliver a message." He raised the envelope up and waved it slightly in the humid air.
    Beth raised a questioning eyebrow at her.
    Lessa leaned in and snatched her cell phone off the floor. She'd have to climb all the way in to grab her purse and backpack, so she shut the door instead. "Okay, you've delivered your message, though I still say you have the wrong person."
    Santos handed the envelope over to her, but didn't depart. "As I said, there's more to the message than what's in the envelope."
    She suddenly remembered something about a funeral. "Look," she held the envelope back out to him, "I know you have the wrong person."
    He jammed his hands into his suit pants instead of taking the letter back. "I don't."
    Couldn't he get it through his stubborn head that there was no way she could be this person's daughter? She sighed in frustration and walked around to the other side of her car to pull her purse and backpack off the passenger seat. "Fine, I'll prove it to you."
    As she moved up the driveway, she saw Beth staring at her like she'd lost her mind.
    "He thinks I'm someone else," Lessa said as she reached her friend. "I'm just going to show him he has the wrong person, and he can go find whoever this other girl is."
    Beth frowned at Santos who'd followed a few steps behind her. "We'll be listening."
    Lessa bit back a smile. "Thanks." The walls between the two townhouses were famously thin.
    The security light on her front porch flashed on a split-second before she climbed the two steps to unlock her door. She hesitated at the threshold wondering if she should make this Santos guy wait outside. She hit the light switch illuminating the downstairs area of her home and dropped her stuff on the chair next to the door.
    "Come in." She held the door open, reminding herself that Beth and the other girls would truly be listening in. "The living room's down there." She pointed to the short hallway.
    Santos stepped inside the door and, following her gesture, moved ahead of her. She bit back the urge to offer him tea or water. This wasn't exactly a social call. She just needed to show him who her father was so he could finish up his task.
    He stopped at the display of dance shoes on her bookshelf. She was too rattled to take the time to explain them. Walking straight to the family photo on the wall by the kitchen, she took it down and held it out to him.
    "This is my father, my mother and me when I was five at Disney World. He died of a heart attack when I was six."
    Santos walked the few paces it took to bring him next to her. He looked down at the picture before glancing back up at her face. "Read the letter."
    She huffed in irritation. "I'm not going to read some other girl's personal letter from her dead father, even if we do have the same name."
    He stared at her a moment before reaching into his front shirt pocket to pull some papers out. He unfolded them and held them out to her. The first thing she noticed was the headshot photo of herself from last year's team pictures. She grabbed the printed pages with her other hand.
    "What the heck is this?"
    "The information your father provided, so I'd be able to find you and deliver the letter."
    She read in disbelief. The paper contained all of her personal information, including her home address and the training facility address, with bold lettering marking one as home and one as work.
    "So you see, you can't be the wrong Alessandra Noelle."
    She shook her head. "Your researcher gave you information on the wrong person."
    He sighed. "Do you need to see your baby pictures?"
    She shook her head again, trying to wrap her mind around the information she was reading on the page. None of it was shocking, but it was clearly about her.
    "Your father's been keeping tabs on you since you were born."
    She jerked her gaze away from the paper to stare at him. "What do you mean keeping tabs on me? This guy's had someone following me around