Chapter 45 Rough Night
- SOFIA
- If I had a voodoo doll of the sexy, green-eyed hot stuff in front of me, its smug little mouth would've been stitched shut. He'd been trying to get me to talk to him for the past few minutes, but I refused to give him what he wanted. And he knew exactly why.
- It was supposed to be a fun night. Truth or dare, mafia edition. Alcohol. Secrets. Flirting.