Captive of My Mafia Crush
After a moment, Frankie looks down at me and smiles.
“Welcome to Porto, Bambi,” he says with a happy sigh, putting his arm again in its favorite spot around my shoulders. Quickly, eagerly, I step closer to him, looking up into his face with awe. “We’re in Portugal.”
I just stare up at Frankie, shocked and completely awed at the beauty of this place, the goodness of him, the fact that…that we’re here.
That he did everything I asked – that he took me away from that world, that life.