Captive of My Mafia Crush
“I’ll be back in five minutes for the plate.”
And then I turn, and walk out of the room, and go and sit alone in the living room, carefully watching the clock. When five minutes pass, I go back into the room where Nico and the captive sit quietly, not talking to each other. I cross the room and pick up the plate, which is mostly untouched. For once I don’t take it personally, though. I don’t have much of an appetite either.
“Thank you,” the captive says, quite simply. I move my eyes to his.