Captive of My Mafia Crush
Her face is red and blotchy and it’s clear that the kids were right – that she’s been sobbing for hours.
I stand in the door, pity all over my face, not knowing what the hell to say.
Luckily, as usual, Giana has words when I don’t.
“Oh, fuck you, Iris,” she growls, raising a hand to her face and wiping angrily at her tears. “Don’t you dare pity me.”