Captive of My Mafia Crush
“Look, a girl just called out so…let’s see how you look in the clothes and we’ll go from there. Did you…bring anything?”
“I’ll just get something from the Matron on credit,” I say with a happy sigh, giving him a wink.
“What’s your name, doll?” he murmurs, clicking his pen and raising it to the paper.
“B-“
“Bunny,” Frankie snaps out. I look to him in surprise but he gives me a serious nod. I realize quite suddenly that he’s right – that Bambi isn’t precisely a rare name in a strip club, but if someone’s looking for me…