Keeping my Mafia Husband
“Are you alright? What’s wrong?”
My mouth parts. I want to tell him I’m fine, that I’m just tired, that I want to go home. What comes out is only, “I–” and then I can’t breathe. The word chokes on a sob. My chest heaves, air strangled in my throat. “I…” Tears spill, unstoppable.
Niko doesn’t hesitate. One arm close around me, pulling me against his chest. His palm presses to the back of my head, tucking my face into him, hiding my pathetic sobbing.