Captive of My Mafia Crush
I roll my eyes at the euphemism and Christian’s shoulders slump a little as he admits, tacitly, that he’s dancing around it a bit.
“Fine,” he says, holding a hand up, “my mistress, my girlfriend. Whatever you want to call her. It’s not unprecedented, Iris – a lot of mob bosses – most of them, honestly – have girls on the side. Even girls down the hall, like Lucy is now.”
My mouth falls open at this news, horrified at the idea.
“But I was never going to say yes,” Christian says softly, reaching out for me.
Again, I flinch away.
“You were touching her, Christian,” I snap, shaking my head and frowning at him. “Stroking her hair like you were considering it, had even said yes –“