Captive of My Mafia Crush
“I believe you.”
We stand there, staring at each other for a little too long, and we both jump when Frankie comes stomping back out of his room with two Toblerones in his fist. “This had better be good, Iris,” he says, handing them to me like they’re a great sacrifice. “This is top quality chocolate that –“
I just laugh, snatching the candy from him and waving him towards the plate of churros that Christian has placed on the counter. “Go, you’re my cinnamon-sugar man,” I say. “Get to dipping.”