Kat POV
“Why would a big, bad, mafia boss buy a car like this?” I asked as we drove leisurely toward the town in Enzo’s yellow Lamborghini, the top down and making us look like wealthy tourists.
He raised a judgmental eyebrow at me, lovingly rubbing his hand across the dashboard. “What’s wrong about me owning this car?”
I giggled at his reaction, putting my hand on his thigh. “It’s just not the kind of car mafia bosses go for. It’s more like a frat boy’s car… an i***t frat boy’s car. Besides, it’s kind of noticeable.”
Probably the understatement of the year.
“Well, I was never meant to take over that side of the family business. The car was a gift from my brother when I finished my degree in business management. He thought it suited my personality back then, and I guess it did. Be
