Captive of My Mafia Crush
“I think I like it when you call me Bambi.”
“Good,” he murmurs, leaning closer, nudging my nose with his. “That’s the one I like too. Little baby deer.”
My smile is immediate at how sweet he’s being, and I open my mouth to ask if he thinks I’m like a deer, when suddenly the service door creeks open.
“Bambi!” Andre barks, stepping out and looking around. “Your break is over –“
But then he goes still, seeing me and Frankie standing so close together, his arm still around me, cigarettes between his hands. Frankie and I just look back at him, likewise not moving.