Chapter 21 MICELI

When Róise steps out of the bathroom with her cousins, early guests are starting to arrive.

She joins me near the elevators to welcome her friends and enemies. Such is the mafia life.

Sliding my hand around her waist, I anchor Róise to me. If I wasn't paying attention, I would have missed her quickly indrawn breath.

She still wants me. I still want her.

It should be a match made in syndicate heaven.

But I don't believe in fairytales. And if Róise does, she'll figure out pretty fucking fast that I'm nobody's idea of Prince Charming.