The Mafia Boss And His Contract Wife (Book 3)
My hands stiffened in the air as I heard Eros grumble, “Do you know how much I’m risking here? If anybody finds out about this, I’ll be fucking ruined.”
“And do I look like I fucking care?” It was a female voice, sultry and, at this moment, annoyed. “You haven’t been replying to any of my texts since your meltdown two nights ago.”
My eyes widened. My body froze. Two nights ago—meaning the day we had kissed in the kitchen and he had stumbled out of the house in haste.
“Stop being a fucking psycho, Ira,” he yelled, anger dripping from his voice.
“Psycho?” the girl snapped back. “You didn’t seem to mind my psycho when you fucked me, Eros Castellanos.”