Chapter 69. The Mafia Heiress

New York

Busy streets. Loud noises. Headache-inducing traffic. Dark skies. Smog all over. People everywhere. Some didn't even bother to wear face coverings. Just going about their day like nothing happened. The rush hour crowd already teemed the streets this early in the morning, reminding him of why he never liked New York.

Los Angeles was also populated but at least he could breathe better there. Jenson scowled and kept his mask on as he walked into the empty restaurant.

High ceiling. Covered windows. Gilded furniture. In the public dining area, wooden chairs remained upside down on the tables. The place didn't open until nine. But since he'd called in advance to book a reservation, the guard welcomed him in with a quick bow after checking his ID. "Good morning, Mr. Ross. Welcome."

"Morning. Thanks." Jenson walked straight into the private dining room, where he would be waiting for someone who may or may not show up today. He had no more time to waste play