“Chiara,” I whispered, inching closer to her as we walked onto Cristian’s yacht. To say that I felt out of place was a damn understatement. I didn’t party with the rich, and I certainly never partied with criminals either.
My nerves were getting the best of me, and I wanted to run right off the boat and puke into the ocean beside us. That would surely be a better night than having to play dress-up with a bunch of Mafia men and acting like I had balls as big as them.
I didn’t. I just tried to act like it sometimes to protect myself.
“You’ll be fine, Roxie. Just take deep breaths.”
“Chiara,” a young woman with dark brown hair and even darker eyes said to our left, Alessa glaring at me from her side. “I didn’t think you’d be here tonight. I thought you’d be out with your boyfriend, like y
