“I would ask what you do but…..” I trail off.
“but what?” there’s a smirk on his face.
“nothing.” I say and sink deeper into my seat.
“talk Julia. You don’t seem like the scared type.” he says again.
“well….. you are the oldest son of Mr Costello the fourth and you recently succeeded your father by taking over the reins of the empire and I know what the mafia does. I am not a child. So…. that’s that.” I tell him.
He just looks at me and says nothing. I feel so flustered. It would have been better if I had just kept my big ass mouth shut in the first place.
I am saved from saying any other thing when the car comes to a stop and the driver opens the door and we both get off. I can’t bring my eyes to meet his face.
His hand finds the small of my back again.
A shiver goes through my
