I sigh, hanging my head, not meeting any of the dozen eyes that are on me right now. Instead, I press my eyes shut, and force myself to take a deep breath, trying to pat down my anxiety and my dread, wondering how the hell I’m going to handle this.
I mean, should I ask Christian to get me out of it? It might cause him some trouble, but he could probably do it.
But then, do I want to get out of it? Edward is dangerous and forward and has made his intentions towards me quite clear. And if I’m being fully honest with myself…something in me enjoyed that.
God, did I like what just happened?
Am I…am I into the danger of this mafia lifestyle!?
Suddenly I need air. My eyes fly open as I lift my head and stride across the bar towards the service area, needing to go outside.
“Bambi!” Andre cal
