Captive of My Mafia Crush
“Bianca…she’s the delicate type too. Perfect third wife material.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, frowning.
“I mean that these mafia men, they think they want a sassy dragon as a wife, all fire and passion,” she bares her teeth at me, playful, making it perfectly clear that she includes herself in this category, “but by the time they get to their third wife? They just want a pretty, wilting little flower they can boss around.”
She sighs, and looks me up and down, clearly indicating which category she thinks I fall into.