Chapter 383. Storm in a Teacup

Philippe

The store owner’s sons had moved closer. While the older one seemed hypnotised by the thrust of Ria’s full breasts under the T-shirt which clung lovingly to the swell of her youthful body, the other was looking at the Capo in earnest.

It was the younger son, his face too young for him to be anything more than a boy, who spoke up.

“I remember now!” he cried and his father turned to look at him in surprise.

“After that man came in last week, Erin was a little upset.’ piped up the younger son knowingly and Ria felt her heart sink.

Philippe was immediately onto it.

“And what did this other man look like?’ he queried in a silky tone.

The young boy, perhaps around fourteen or so, looked scared now, as he realised he had said something very important but Ria poked her head around the Capo’s brawny body and smiled pleadingly. The young boy’s eyes flickered appreciatively and he said,

‘He was thin, I think, wearing a b