“What’s was it like being in the mafia?.” I asked, o turned around and my face rested against the pillow and it met his icy blue eyes.

“Horrible.” He said.

“You don’t always have to be hostile, I have cried in your presence, yelled and shared some things, it’s not going to be horrible if you talk to me.” I whispered.

He didn’t speak, he only laid his hand on mine, he is a man of few words, I was pulled close to him and his scent filled my nostrils, I didn’t feel ...