Girlfriend.
The word kept looping through Syrene’s head, echoing louder than the rain outside. He had called her his girlfriend—not to an outsider, not as a quick excuse, but to his elite inner circle. The most dangerous men in the city. What could he possibly be thinking?
And he had told her in the shower, with dark eyes and heavy hands, that he was hers. Did that mean Romano Morelli was her boyfriend now? Her brain literally could not process the concept. A lethal mob Capo playing house? And on top of everything, his terrifying enforcers wanted to throw a whole party just to celebrate them?
She was losing her f*****g mind.
"Syrene? I've gotta head out or the driver's gonna be waiting," Chris said, snapping her right out of her frantic internal spiral.
"Right. School," she managed to
