Accidentally Kidnapping The Mafia Boss
My grip on the counter tightened until my knuckles ached.
“Say it,” he whispered. “Say you should’ve walked away.”
I should’ve. I knew I should’ve. But the words wouldn’t come.
Because the truth was, I didn’t want to.
I turned then, slowly, my back pressing into the counter. He was right there, his face only inches from mine. His eyes burned into me, shadows and fire all at once.
My voice came out shaky. “You’re dangerous.”
His lips curved, the faintest ghost of a smile. “So are you.”