Captive of My Mafia Crush
Slowly, I turn towards Lucy’s closed door, fully solid in my conviction that she just made a move on my husband.
And he…did not immediately turn her away.
“So,” a woman’s voice says, ringing out in the hall. I stay still for a second before I turn and stare at Giana, standing outside her door, smirking at me with her arms crossed. “What the hell is going on out here?”
I just stare at her, blinking, feeling…completely confused and a little blank.
“Oh geeze,” Giana says, dropping her arms and holding out a hand to me. “Come on, baby mafia wife. Let’s go get you a glass of wine.”