“What are you going to do with her body?” Roxie asked me, sipping on her Afterglow Elixir wine and remaining oddly calm for someone who had just killed a woman.
After I wrapped my thigh stab wound, we sat in the middle of one of Manhattan’s most elegant restaurants, Roxie dressed in a satin red dress that hugged all those delicious curves.
Drawing a finger across the rim of her glass, she gnawed on the inside of her cheek. “Nobody will know what happened, will they?”
Trying to figure her out, I sat back in the seat. “It’s already taken care of. Don’t worry about it at all. You’re under my protection, principessa. You’re my girl now, and nobody will touch you for doing what you did.”
principessa“Not even your sister?”
My breath caught in my throat at the thought of facing her sometime
