Captive of My Mafia Crush
“What, Frank? Do you want me to admit it? That I liked you? That I found you funny, and charming, and I loved being with you, and I trusted you – and –“
My voice gets a little choked now as the truth starts to spill from me like water over rocks, taking my anger with me as it flows.
“And that you always had my back, and I loved that? Loved that I could turn around, and always knew you were there, keeping me safe? That I…that I wanted to…”
But I don’t get farther than that, because Frankie’s whole face drops, devastation taking the place of his anger and his frustration – maybe even his rage. “Iris,” he whispers, stepping closer to me, raising a hand to my cheek.