Prison Chic #1st book of the Chics series (EDITING)

Chapter 13

Mark woke up suddenly and looked at his watch. Shit. It was already twelve a.m.  

Time to call Joanna.  

He cautiously sneaked out of the bed, trying not to wake up his companion for the night. The blond French girl who he wasn't sure what was her name? Cecelia? Christine? No, maybe Clara? Who knew?  

Mark shrugged and started putting his clothes on. He looked out of the large window of the loft to find the outer world was so sleep that nothing seemed to live out there. He tiptoed toward the door as quietly as he could.

"Mark?" The soft sleepy voice of the anonymous blonde called out of him. Apparently he wasn't quiet enough.  

"Yes?" He whispered. "Go back to sleep, darling" he said sweetly.  

"Where are you going?" She said in her cute French accent. Ok, so she wasn't going back to sleep. 

Mark scratched his head. "Umm. I need to make a call." He said slowly, not really sure it was a smart idea to tell her that. 

"You can call from my phone." She started moving from the bed; apparently she wanted to get her phone. 

Mark had already opened the front door, half his body outside. He looked up at her, "yeah, no, sweetheart. That won't do." He told her and received a very beautiful frown. Mark exhaled slowly before saying, "I'll be back cherry, I promise." He said and placed a kiss to her cheek.

Her features softened a bit which was a good thing. He needed a place to stay. True, he could go to a hotel, but the less he used his name the better. Even though he wasn't really using his real name. 

He walked cautiously in the dark and quiet street toward the public phone. It was chilly this time of night and Mark was wearing a thick sweater that didn’t serve its cause. He tightened his grip more around collar as he shivered. 

Once he reached the phone box, he started inserting coins and dialing numbers. Kevin told him that he was trying to call him for the past few days when he finally reached him two days ago. Apparently Joanna had to call him. Mark hoped she wasn't in deep trouble.  It should be 3 p.m. over there.

"Hello!" Joanna's voice said and mark almost exhaled in relief. Despite his act of coolness he truly was worried. But apparently, Joanna's attitude toward him all these years made him good at hiding it. 

"Hi beautiful. How are you?" Mark said sweetly. 

"Beaut.. Why in earth would you call me that, Mark?" She was well too, according to the healthy temper in her voice. 

"Well, I figured no one calls you that there. And I was worried you'd think that you are an actual man by now!" Mark teased, giggling slowly.  

A voice joined Joanna's voice and Mark recognized it as Kevin's. He was telling her something, which she replied to as, "alright, I'll be quick." 

"Mark." Joanna returned to him. 

"Yes. What's wrong? Tell me?" Mark turned to serious mood. No time to waste now. 

"How could you miss on the knowledge of Big Aldo being here? You know the... The mafia guy?" She said urgently.

So she figured it out. Or did Aldo approach her himself?

"Don't worry about it." Mark said. It was the only thing he could say. The rest, she'd have to find by her self. 

"What the hell does that mean?" Joanna snapped at him. Typical. "You do realize he is the one I heard them that night..."