Zoey's POV:
“I don’t know”, I said, and finally placed my hand on his shoulder.
He just sat there and laughed at my reaction.
“Are y--you l---laughing at m—me?” I wanted to ask him in a serious tone, but it only came out as shuttering. But why am I shuttering?
Is it because his hands are inches away from the scar on my back?
Or.
Is it because I’m scared to speak to him about my breakdown?
“No” he said as he shook his head as he laughed at me.
No one would trust me if I told them that the greatest Italian mafia leader looks ‘cute’ when he laughs.
He seriously looks like a child when he laughs. I hope no one sees his laugh other than me.
I leaned in and put my head on his shoulder and asked him, “Aren’t you going to ask me why I cried?”
“Are you ready to tell me?” he asked as he
