Surrogate for My Mafia Ex
Dante bites his lower lip nervously, his eyes darting to Marco for assistance. “Uh... well, boss, you need to look at the very last photo in the sequence. Look at the framing.”
My patience is razor-thin as I snatch the final glossy print out of the pile, holding it up into the sunlight streaming through the window. I look at the image, and a loud, booming laugh instantly tears out of my throat, the sound echoing off the concrete walls of my office.