Ophelia's POV
I smiled seductively at Gale, my legs crossed on the couch, dressed in a blue gown that stopped at my feet. I didn’t mind if I looked silly.
After Gale showed me around and told me which rooms I shouldn't walk into—without giving me a reason why—I asked, “Will he cut my head off?” Gale said nothing, just giving me a smile. “Or will he cut yours?”
“I would be in trouble for any of your mistakes, Mrs. Bellucci.”
“Uh, that last name… can you tell me a little about it? It’s the popular crime family, right?” I asked, and he hesitated.
“That should be Cal's—”
“I feel more comfortable around you than that asswipe.” I bit my lower lip, trying to mimic those seductresses, but he seemed unfazed, like a living rock.
“I would have to report to Cal if you continue this, Mrs. Bellu
