Captive of My Mafia Crush
“Nico is being all annoying with his skin care routine.”
I start to stand up, agreeing to the plan, but I nearly gag when I see Frankie pick up Christian’s discarded glass of whiskey and take a hefty sip. “Frankie!” I shriek, laughing.
“What!?” he sputters, swallowing in a hurry as I start to smack at him, grabbing for the glass.
“You can’t drink whiskey after you brushed your teeth! That’s so gross! That’s sacrilege!”
“No, Iris,” he says, laughing and backing away from me, holding the crystal tumbler high out of my reach. “Letting 25-year-old scotch go to waste is sacrilege.”