Captive of My Mafia Crush
I gesture subtly back to where Edward Marino is sitting, studying the menu.
Frankie pauses and looks around me and then sits back with a grown. “Shit,” he grumbles. “I should have caught that. Edward Marino in here, and of course you’re on him.” He looks down at his phone, shaking his head as he opens his messages and starts to type out a long one.
I don’t even need a second-guess to figure out who he’s sending it to.
I sigh, realizing he’s done with me for the moment, and start across the bar to take Edward’s order. “Keep it in your pants, Bamb!” Frankie calls, lightly enough that Edward can’t hear.