Owned By The Irish Mafia Boss
Still smiling, I disentangle her arms from around my knees and crouch down on my knees so we’re eye level.
The movement sends a sharp, protesting ache up my ribs, but I force the discomfort down. Right now, being here, comforting her, it's what I need.
“Hey, peaches.” I cup her wet cheeks and brush a stray tear away with my thumb. She sniffles as another one makes its way down.
I don’t miss the look Maureen has on her face as she takes in the exchange.
“I missed you."
Maddie doesn't say anything at first, then she throws her arms around my neck and hugs me. Her small shoulders shake as she sobs, and I do my best to comfort her by stroking her hair.