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"We should have a cousin playdate, right?" Brooke squealed. She loved coming to visit for her 'me time'.

"Wait, that is such a good idea!" Calliope smiled. She wanted spencer to be close with her cousins, the way that Reyna was since she didn't really have anyone except Brisa growing up.

"Oh, I love that!" Reese called from the kitchen, "Fletcher wants to have another date so I was going to ask if anyone would keep Daniel for a few hours one day."

A Mafia Mistress for Christmas: A Dark Mafia Christmas Romance by Brooke Harper

The greatest gifts aren't always wrapped in paper…

Call me a grinch but Christmas sucks. Always has. So when there’s an opportunity at work to infiltrate the Zicari Syndicate during their Christmas Eve bash, I jump at the chance.

After chatting for a few hours, Brooke had learned a lot about Harry. Her idea of him had been quite incorrect, but that's to be expected when you don't actually take the time to get to know someone.

"I can't believe I'm about to say this, but, I think I really like you," Brooke giggled.

"I told you I'm nothing like Harvey," Harry laughed.

"Not like that," Brooke laughed, grabbing his hands again, "I really like you."

"Oh," Harry blushed, "I like you, too."

After kissing him, Brooke looked at her phone and said, "Oh my god, we cannot tell Reyna about this."

"I figured that much," Harry sighed.

"What are you doing here Harry?" Brooke hissed as harry walked into her back yard.

"I, well, you know how all that shit with Reyna and Harvey happened at prom?" Harry asked.

"Yes, we've discussed this," Brooke sighed, over this conversation already.

"Well, me and Harvey got into a fight, again. He is so stupid and I'm tired of my mom just being fine with it. So I stood up for Reyna and my mom, well she kicked me out," Harry groaned.

"You're telling me your mom kicked you out because you got into an argument with your brother?" Brooke gasped.

"You're the only person that's even kind of my friend now, no one else talks to me because I'm Harvey's brother. My mom has always favored Harvey, and apparently she always will," Harry sniffled.

Brooke grabbed his hand. Harry had tears rolling down his cheeks.

"I'm the "goody" as Briar says, so you won't hear this from me very often, but your mom sounds like a real bitch," Brooke snapped.