Captive of My Mafia Crush
“No, Iris,” Christian says, grabbing my arms and pulling me back, smiling and shaking his head at me. “Did you seriously not know?”
“Know what?” I ask, going still.
“Iris, I had it so bad for you –“ he says, laughing sheepishly, shaking his head like it’s incredible. “I had the world’s biggest crush – I was so obsessed with you –“
“You were!?” I squeak, shocked breathless. I gape at him, disbelieving.