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

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

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

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

“Wait, how do you know he has feelings for me?” I ask, standing up straight. “He was holding your hand, Iris,” Nico snaps, leaning forward to glare at me, his eyes narrow. “Christian has always been controlled, always been precise, and neat, and contained. And now, even though he’s got a great thi