Rose
I fell asleep tucked into Victor’s chest yesterday. I couldn’t bring myself to push him away. Even if he was the reason I was upset, he was also the only cure for my sadness. It really sucks that I’m so in love with him…
“What do you want for breakfast?” Victor asks me in a soft tone and turns around, smiling at me.
He is looking as handsome as the devil wearing an apron while I’m sitting by the kitchen table with puffy eyes and mascara on my cheeks. I didn’t shower yesterday.
“Anything is fine…” I mutter. “Or wait, just make sure what I’m eating is actually an animal and not some human you’ve butchered in your garage.”
“Ouch,” Victor places his hand on his chest. “I felt that one in the heart, Rose.”
I shoot him a glare. “I didn’t think mafia bosses had feelings, much less murd
