My Mafia Mate
I said, my voice stronger than I felt, “don’t look at me like that. Like this is a game. Because it’s not a game. It’s dangerous.”
“Trust me, I know,” he cut in, the mischief in his tone replaced with something a little more serious. “But life isn’t just about playing it safe, Ella. It’s about taking risks, about doing what makes you feel alive. And this?” He motioned to the garage, to the suit, to the helmet that was still tucked under his arm. “This makes me feel alive. More than anything else.”
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