“But––”
“Sorry, Baby, you’re not gonna win this one.” I haul her into my side. “The bedroom is me. It’s not us.” I kiss her forehead. “It needs your color.”
CHAPTER 70
Payton
Toto’s soft snores, from where he made himself comfortable on a pile of blankets, is the perfect backdrop to the end of a perfect day.
And I have a feeling there’s going to be a lot of perfect days from here on out.
Spending the day with Toto, getting to know each other, was better than I’d ever imagined. Of course, even in my daydreams I was still scraping by in an outdated little house, not living in a mansion, with a mafia boss.
My mafia boss.
I cuddle further into Nero’s side, relaxing, as the familiar scene of Dorothy falling asleep in a field of poppies plays across the screen.
The arm around my shoulde
