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This man is incredible. Le Cherie is one of the top Michelin starred restaurants in the city. The waiting list to get in is months in advance and my pockets can’t even afford a loaf of bread from the place.

“Mr.,” he lifts his brow at me. I correct myself. “Nico, this is too much. You shouldn’t have.”

“You’ve been a lifesaver to me. Let me do something kind for you.”

I duck my head to hide my blush.

“Alright, Boss Man,” I say, and he grins.

Technically, Nico isn’t my Boss. However, he is the head man in charge. Nothing gets approved of without him. It’s my design, but he’s running the show.

He goes into his inside chest pocket and pulls out a black square box. “I saw this and immediately thought of you.”

He opens the lid, and lying on top of a white velvet pillow is a simple silver chain with a circular charm. My mouth gapes open.

“It’s platinum. I notice you don’t wear gold,” he says as he pulls the chain out and steps behind me to place it around my neck. He moves my knotless braids over my shoulder before latching the necklace around my neck.

Picking up the circular charm I look down at the design. An angel with its wings spread holding a sword.

“It’s Saint Michael,” he says coming back to the front of me. “It’s said to bring you protection.”

I’m not Catholic, but I still love the gift and the idea behind it.

“Thank you, Nico. It’s truly beautiful.”

He dips his chin. “Come on, I’ll walk you to your car.”

He escorts me to my Camry and even opens the door for me.

“I was hoping for a surprise birthday party tonight, but even if I don’t get one, this will have still been a great birthday,” I say, taking a seat inside my car.

Nico looks down at me. “I’m glad I could make your day special. Good night, Tiffany.”

“Good night, Nico.”

He shuts my door and watches me leave the parking lot. Not even when I glance back at him before turning the corner, does he take his eyes off my car.

CHAPTER 6

The Surprise

Tiffany

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’m on a high as I pull into my driveway. I called the restaurant, and the reservations are set for 8 o’clock. I had more than enough time to get myself ready in case Marcus didn’t have plans.

I quickly climb out of the car and make my way into the house. Instead of making myself known in the semi quiet home, I follow the sound of voices.

“You’re playing around,” Jason, one of Marcus’s old work buddies says. “But I’m telling you, this guy isn’t anything to mess with.”

“Man, I’m from the hood. I’ve been around real shooters and gangsters. I ain’t scared of no fake mobster.”

“You’re not listening. This Saint guy is legit. If you don’t—"

I step into the living room and the conversation stops immediately. Taking in the scene, I notice the tv is on low and a basketball game is playing. Marcus is on the chair near the wall and Jason is on the couch. They look tense.

“Everything alright?” I ask.

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