Captive of My Mafia Crush
But if Christian notices, he doesn’t say anything, just continues spilling his heart out for me.
“I kept reading because you were reminding me, every day, what humanity was. And that it was worth fighting for. People like my father, like my brothers?” Christian sits back hard in his chair and shakes his head. “They don’t give a shit about anyone but themselves – they weren’t raised to. Everything is take, and exploit, and break so that you can get what you want. But you know what they didn’t have?”
“What?” I breathe, fascinated, completely swept away by the passion with which he speaks.