Zoey's POV:
“Zoey”, I heard a voice calling me, but I couldn’t look up to see the person calling me.
“Zoey baby” again I heard the same voice. ‘Baby’ only my Mr. Mafia allowed to call me.
‘My’ Mr. Mafia.
Suddenly, I felt a warm hand holding my cheek. I looked up to see my Mr. Mafia sat in front of me.
Then I realized I was with him. But why did I suddenly slip back to my past in front of him?
It’s embarrassing.
“Baby, are you OK?” I hear him asking as his thumb padded the tears on my cheeks as he wipes it.
Am I crying?
In front of him.
I pulled away from his hold and touched my cheeks to realize I was really crying.
But when was the last time I cried in front of someone?
When was the last time I cried?
I wiped the tears and gave him a small smile and looked at the food place
