Captive of My Mafia Crush
“Seriously, I can see why that manager wanted you to come back – you won…hands down.”
“And made him a pretty penny,” I say with a happy sigh, unwrapping my burger and taking a big bite before speaking with my mouth full. “And us too.” I point over to the bag where we put all of my cash – shoved rather hastily in. “How much do you think we got?”
“Thousands, Bambi,” Frankie says, flicking his eyes up to me with a little bit of awe in them. “Seriously, we should have brought you to Vegas. You could fund a third-world nation with those skills.”