Owned By The Irish Mafia Boss
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I murmur, stepping closer to the island, my gaze dipping to the bowl in front of them.
My nose scrunches in disgust.
What’s supposed to be pancake batter looks more like a failed chemistry experiment. Gummy bears, Skittles, and all types of candy I don’t recognise float on top while the rest of the batter struggles to find space to fit.
“It’s supposed to be candy flavoured,” Alina explains, giggling at my expression.
“I see.”
I turn to my husband who has the audacity to look amused.
“Aaron.”
“Yes, Angel.”