The Mafia Boss’s Mute Bride
I knew that conversation would come back to haunt me, but I didn't expect that time to be right fucking now.
"It was a joke, Drea."
"Yeah, right." She snorted. "Do you want our help or not?"
Well, if she was offering, I might as well ask...
"What's so great about sex?" I squeaked, keeping my gaze heavenward so I didn't have to meet any of their stares.
"Sorry. I didn't quite catch that," she gloated, laughter singeing her words.
"I said, what'ssogreataboutsex?" I rushed out, squeezing my eyes shut.