The Mafia's Slave: Claimed By My Stepbrother
Tommy responded.
“You come up here often?” I asked Tommy.
“Mm-hmm,” he responded. “It’s the only escape we know,” he added.
“We?” I asked, both surprised and worried at the same time.
“Myself and the other lads,” Tommy responded. “Being here for more than three years now can feel like a cage, Mia,” he started, his voice husky with emotions. “The streets weren’t good to us, but we miss seeing the world. It’s just us around the walls of this Institute, and it can get really boring, so we have found a way of giving ourselves a little source of joy,” he finished.