My Mafia Husband
I questioned, “Will you ever stop calling me that?”
“Nope,” he replied, popping the p.
I grinned while shaking my head. I took his hand in mine, and we began to dance. It was entertaining. “Do you know where Cia is?” I inquired, taking a look around. I haven’t seen her since the wedding.
“Nah, maybe she is on the prowl for some ass,” he chuckled and I rolled my eyes. I noticed Cia at the bar, knocking back alcohol like a dang Viking. Is she doing okay?