Keeping my Mafia Husband
I say, flushing.
“Open it,” he says. “I’ll put it in.”
The way he says it makes the heat rush up my neck. He brushes his knuckles along my cheek and walks away, Niko silently trailing behind.
“God, it’s a fairy tale,” Serena breathes as soon as he is gone. “Hot husband with a fat bank account? Claire, are you serious right now?”
Jenna edges closer like a guilty child. “Claire... I don’t know about this,” she whispers. “If you’re doing this because of what happened in the group chat, because of what they said, I don’t think it’s wise.”