The Mafia's Mercy
Instead, despite the intensity of his gaze, he gives me a nod, a silent cue urging me to continue.
How do I ask what I wanna ask without asking it?
…
“Did you have a good time? Did you have a fan-fucking-tastic time?”
Fighting my intrusive thoughts, I clear my throat softly, asking, “W-Why was Catalina here?”
The question doesn’t faze him, and when I think he’s going to take a minute to think about his answer, he surprises me, asking me what I wish I were better prepared to answer, “Why are you asking me that?”
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