Captive of My Mafia Crush
he says, leaning against the bar.
“All right,” Andre says, glancing at the boss and then back to me. “The Goldfinch. Go. Ingredients.”
I wrack my mind, wanting to get this right. “Also a whiskey cocktail,” I say fast, holding Andre’s gaze. He nods to me, just slightly, letting me know I’ve got the right start. “Elderflower liqueur, lemon, honey, and…the white of a quail egg?” I say the last one as a question because…I mean, I remember it being written on the page, but that just sound so gross…