The bar is busy and tense today, everyone – workers and guests alike – keeping an eye on the door, knowing that the mafia world exploded last night and that shit is going to go down. None of the guests – I can tell – are tourists. Just insiders today, which I suppose makes sense. Until this is all s
Romano begins the interrogation by snapping questions out at me, fast. I stumble through my answers, suddenly grateful that Nico put me through my paces this morning – made me repeat the story so many times that I could do it in my sleep. I realize, suddenly, that he was preparing me for this – and
And I tilt my head, my eyes sliding shut, my lips parting just…just a little, hoping… But the door behind Frankie opens, and I never get to figure out whether or not he would have kissed me. Because I open my eyes, and Frankie turns, and we both lift our eyes to where Christian is standing. Franki
I’m exhausted by the time Frankie and I get in that night, and a little relieved when I come through the door to see that Nico and Christian are already there, slumped on the couch. A smug little thrill of pleasure runs through me when I see that Violetta is again absent. “Is there any whiskey lef
It is only after we’re all stuffed and on our second or third drinks that I notice that things are…cozier…than I expected them to be. I’m slouched a bit on the couch, leaning against a large pillow close to Christian with my legs curled up to my side. And as I watch the movie I realize, after a lo
“All right!” I say, probably a little louder than I need to, snapping my eyes away from Nico’s wicked grin. “That’s enough movie for me!” I rip my hand from Christian’s in the same moment that I swing my legs off the couch and out of Frankie’s grasp, knocking my blanket to the floor. Quickly, I stan
Frankie, so is so sweet and dedicated to me. And honestly, I know that he’s basically being paid to be my bodyguard and mind me, but with the way things are between us now it honestly feels like he’d do it anyway, even if he weren’t paid. I take a moment to consider whether or not that’s true, but i
I groan when I wake up, because my head aches a little, and I certainly didn’t sleep well. Too much agonizing about my romantic woes, followed by remembering my actual problem, of course – that I’m tied up in a mafia investigation for the death of the heir to a rival family. Yeah. It doesn’t make