Captive of My Mafia Crush
“Are you ready for this, Iris?”
“No!” I blurt out instantly, the vehemence of my answer making him grin. “Why on earth would I ever be ready for this!?”
“Look, I’ll tell you the secret,” he says, turning further towards me now, and I lean forward, intent. “Just…pretend you’re Alice in Wonderland.”
“What?” I breathe, shocked, thinking that this clarifies nothing.
“Should have given her some ‘shrooms and a Xanax,” Frankie mutters, laughing a little, “if that’s the metaphor you wanted to work with.”