MAFIA'S ANGEL
Jo had her fingers crossed and was biting her nails, John was lingering near our table, and Missy gave me a thumbs-up when I looked at her.
"I am not Angelina," I hissed slowly, not wanting to let them hear. "My name is Evelyn."
"I don't care," he shook his head. My gaze fell into his blue eyes for a moment before I forced myself to look away. "I don't care what your name is; you are my Angelina."
My heart skipped a beat at his possessive words, and I had to bite my tongue to keep from raising my voice.
"I am not Angelina anymore," I hissed.
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