My Sister’s Mafia Husband Begged When I Finally Left
"Let's start over, okay? If you come back, I'll give you anything you want."
As the saying goes, an apology this late is cheaper than dirt.
I said nothing.
A warm, strong hand reached out, took mine, and gently pulled me behind him. Julian stood between me and Horton.
"Mr. Falcone, you're scaring my date."
Horton's gaze fell to our clasped hands. "Your date?"
He pointed at Julian, a twisted sneer on his lips as he turned to me. "Is this why you won't come home? Because you've latched onto Julian Thorne?"