I frown at this, my heart breaking, because Frankie – he plays it so tough, so cool. But he killed two men today. Saved the rest of us – Lucy, me, his brother, his boss. But…it can’t be easy, can it? And even if it’s all part of a day’s work for a guy like him… Well, Frankie’s more tender than he
“This is the opposite of what I wanted,” Christian growls towards Nico, giving me a little glare out of the corner of his eye. “I know,” Nico replies, nodding a long with him. “But,” he shrugs, “it’s done. People know Bambi now – know of her, at least. And unless you want to say she died in that s
God, what even is my life right now? Suddenly I miss Emi with a great deal of intensity, miss school, miss my brother, even though our relationship is mostly me taking care of him these days. I just miss my old life, where I felt…I don’t know. Safe. Human. Like myself. “Hey,” Christian’s voice is
I can almost feel Christian setting his jaw in frustration, even though I can’t see it. When I open my eyes, a little piece of me is pleased to see that I’m right. He starts to pull away from me, but I tighten my arms around him, not letting him go just yet. “Chris, can we just be friends again?”
I gape at him and then scowl, swatting away his hand. “I was not being a brat!” “There she is,” he murmurs, laughing and giving me a wink as he unbuckles his seatbelt and reaches for his door. “Brave Bambi, always coming forward when you make her feel a little spicy. Come on, Bambina, you’re safte
“Good,” Andre snaps, sharp, snatching the towel out of my hand even though I just get started. I make a little huff of protest, but he waves me over to the counter at the back of the bar, grabbing a couple of salt and pepper shakers. I frown, a little confused about what’s going on, but I don’t sa
“Yes,” I say, nodding slowly. “And Bambi,” Andre says, his voice low. I cock my head to the side, a little surprised because – I mean – there’s more? “There is one Marino client in particular that Romano wants you to pay special attention to.” My mind flicks immediately to the old man we served
“Holy shit,” I breathe, staring at the man who could be a model on any runway in…well, anywhere. My eyes sweep over his broad shoulders, his chiseled face, his long hair that’s swept back behind his ears. God, crap, but he could be on the cover of a damn romance novel. Andre pulls me out of my d