Chapter 13 Feather

• The mafia boss’s fingers curled tightly around the steering wheel, trying to keep his focus on the road. But his dark eyes kept flicking to the rearview mirror, discreetly watching the reason behind his distraction—the girl with a swollen, angry face that somehow still looked so fucking beautiful.
• His heart raced at jet speed when he saw her biting her red, plump lips and tucking a golden curl behind her ear. And God… Every time their eyes accidentally met in the mirror, the soft blush on her innocent face made him bite back a frustrated groan.
• “Umm... don’t take me to the library—just the LAFW office,” her sweet, timid voice whispered.