Daphne’s POV
“Kate, calm down!” I said, my heart pounding. “What’s wrong?”
“Troy Armstrong?” she repeated, her voice high and frantic. “Daphne, do you have any idea who he is? He’s not just some rich guy, he’s a mafia boss! Like, the kind of guy who owns the city and breaks people who cross him! I’ve heard stories of him, people disappearing, deals going bad, blood in the streets. And you’re living with him?”
My stomach dropped, the warmth from the kiss turning cold. “He’s… he’s not like that with me,” I said weakly, but doubt crept in. “He saved me, Kate. He’s been good to me.”
“Good to you? He’s got you under a contract! What does he even want with you? This isn’t a fairytale, Daph. It’s a trap!”
“I don’t know what he wants,” I admitted, my voice trembling. “He’s intense, yeah, but…
