Incredibly confident and charming…
But kind.
Sweet.
Earnest.
At the end of the day, though, he was still mafia.
Why couldn’t he have been a guy with a regular job? Just an ordinary hot guy who worked in a boring office somewhere?
There was also that thing he’d said at the end that made me think he might be different:
I swear it on the lives of my mother and father.
Like promises were sacred to him –
That he would never break his word.
I didn’t know quite what to make of that…
But it impressed me for some reason I couldn’t explain.
Still, I hated that he was going to plow ahead and do whatever he wanted, even though I’d told him ‘no.’
Thatpart was all too familiar.
I prayed silently,PLEASE let this not be like last time.
PLEASE.
23
Giorgio
Iwalked over to the dress shop.
Bianca and Adriano were chatting inside. She was arranging a mannequin display, and he was cutting open packing boxes with a switchblade. Lucia wasn’t there today, apparently, and Raffaello must have already left.
Adriano looked over as I walked in. “That wasn’t an hour. What happened?”
“She knows what I do for a living.”
“Youtoldher?!”
“No, she’d already figured it out.”
“…oh.”
“Who’s this?” Bianca asked, suddenly interested.
“He likes a girl who works in the café next door,” Adriano explained.
“Hey!” I barked.
He gave me a look likeDon’t get your panties in a twist.
“The blonde?” Bianca asked.
