I’m exhausted by the time Frankie and I get in that night, and a little relieved when I come through the door to see that Nico and Christian are already there, slumped on the couch. A smug little thrill of pleasure runs through me when I see that Violetta is again absent. “Is there any whiskey lef
It is only after we’re all stuffed and on our second or third drinks that I notice that things are…cozier…than I expected them to be. I’m slouched a bit on the couch, leaning against a large pillow close to Christian with my legs curled up to my side. And as I watch the movie I realize, after a lo
“All right!” I say, probably a little louder than I need to, snapping my eyes away from Nico’s wicked grin. “That’s enough movie for me!” I rip my hand from Christian’s in the same moment that I swing my legs off the couch and out of Frankie’s grasp, knocking my blanket to the floor. Quickly, I stan
Frankie, so is so sweet and dedicated to me. And honestly, I know that he’s basically being paid to be my bodyguard and mind me, but with the way things are between us now it honestly feels like he’d do it anyway, even if he weren’t paid. I take a moment to consider whether or not that’s true, but i
I groan when I wake up, because my head aches a little, and I certainly didn’t sleep well. Too much agonizing about my romantic woes, followed by remembering my actual problem, of course – that I’m tied up in a mafia investigation for the death of the heir to a rival family. Yeah. It doesn’t make
“Wait, how do you know he has feelings for me?” I ask, standing up straight. “He was holding your hand, Iris,” Nico snaps, leaning forward to glare at me, his eyes narrow. “Christian has always been controlled, always been precise, and neat, and contained. And now, even though he’s got a great thi
I’m completely still, just staring at Nico, my mind whirling even as I freeze. Because what he’s saying – it’s the worst thing I’ve ever heard. The idea of just leaving? Of never seeing Christian ever again – after I finally found him, after I’d already thought him lost? Of…of not even being a
“If you tell me,” I bargain, drawing my brows together, “I’ll think about it.” He scoffs, but I shake my head. “No, Nico,” I say quietly. “I will seriously think about it, weigh all the options. You have my word. But I’m not going to even consider it if you can’t show me that you won’t even play