Chapter 73

• Ava’s POV
• "You call this an artwork?!" I practically shrieked, my voice dripping with enough disdain to curdle milk. My outburst actually made him flinch. A genuine flinch. Oh, the sweet satisfaction of watching a supposed mafia boss visibly startled by my voice! I fought to keep a smirk from spreading across my face, savoring the moment.
• He blinked, looking utterly lost for a second, then tore off his apron. He plopped the plate on the table with a grunt. "Eat," he commanded, as if I were a particularly disobedient dog.