Page 11 of Siren in Love
Corvin huffed, and Mike could tell he was about to give him a snappy response.But he didn’t, instead pressing his lips together.Then, he held out his hand.
“Don’t really need that, but just in case you faint.”
“You’ll catch me?”Mike took Corvin’s hand.It was clammy.He covered it with both of his.
“Hmm.”
Morales picked up a syringe.“You said this man is your lawyer?”
“He said that.”Corvin shrugged.
“I see.”She poked Corvin with the needle.“Do you feel that?”
“No.What’re you doing back there?”
“Nothing for you to worry about.Watch your legal counsel while I get this done.”
Corvin’s smile was as faint as smoke in a storm.“He’s watchable, isn’t he?”
“I’d say so.”Morales winked at Mike.“Where’d you find him?”
Corvin cleared his throat.“At the courthouse.They dragged me in for—I shouldn’t tell you.I’m the secret heir to a Mafia empire, and there was an incident.”
“Mafia, with your complexion?”The doctor was grinning while she worked.
“Uhm, bratva?I’m a bratva heir, doctor.I’m not supposed to tell anyone.”
“My lips are sealed.”
“Oh, good.As I said, that’s how I met him.My mom hired him.She’s the bratva boss.I didn’t even know I had a Mafia—I mean, bratva mom.Total surprise.”
“I see,” the doctor said.
“Yeah.So he walked into the room they were holding me in—”
“A jail cell,” Mike stage whispered.
“Yes.Into the jail cell.He had one of those lawyer briefcases and everything.And a pineapple.I don’t know why he brought me fruit, but that’s what he did.I think it was supposed to be a sign.”
Morales looked up from where she was stitching Corvin’s skin together.“How many drinks did he have at the bar?”
“Not a one.”
Corvin perked up.“And that’s a pity.How did we get from the jail to the bar, Mike?”
“A daring escape?”
Corvin nodded.“Yeah, that.You used your pineapple as a weapon.”
Mike cleared his throat and leaned in.“Honey, I’m not sure I’ll be able to convince them about your adult status at this rate.”
“Take that up with my secret bratva mom, Mike.”
Morales, shook her head, chuckling.“You two’re cute.Not often that I get a fun head wound to work on.Listen, I’m done with the stitches.I’ll put some gauze over this and keep it in place with your hair.”
“Huh?”Corvin turned a fraction, luckily after the doctor had clipped the last suture.
“It’s that or wrapping your entire head in a bandage.”
