Dirty Little Lies
Chapter One"Silk suits you."
Marisela Morales tried not to jump at the sound of Max's voice, but his sudden, unexpected presence was the final stomp on her last nerve. It was bad enough being dragged to some society soiree where she stood out like, well, like a Cuban American ex-gang chick amid a mansion full of blue-blooded Boston big shots. But she didn't appreciate Max, Ian Blake's right-hand man, reminding her that no matter how honed her instincts were, he could trump her. Every time.
"Would...you...stop...doing that," she insisted through clenched teeth.
"Doing what? Complimenting you?"
She leveled her gaze into Max's steely gray glare. She knew he was laughing at her. Gloating. She dropped the subject. Max was a mystery she had no interest in solving tonight.
"Where's the boss?" she asked.
"Mr. Blake will be along shortly."
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