The Mafia's Little Raven
The word felt simple, straightforward, but I wasn’t comfortable with that, a familiar, unwelcome pang, making me squeeze my face at the word.
“Jealous right now?”
I turned to the other end, making him come close.
And then I turned back to him, he had his phone in his hand even if few seconds ago he was curious as to whether I was jealous, I looked at him, my gaze searching his, needing to understand the nature of their connection, the depth of their friendship, and I felt like they had more than that, a thought that had crossed my mind that night, seeing her competence, her ease in his space, feeling the unspoken bond between them, a bond I couldn't define but sensed was there.
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