“You said your Mafia family does not hurt women and children.” Prim said, looking at Egan through the mirror as he brushed her hair.

“Yes. But most of my brothers don’t care,” Egan responded, looking at her warily, like he was worried about where she was taking the conversation.

“Oh.” She went quiet. 

That made more sense. 

She peeked up, and he was watching her. “I want to cut my hair.”

“What?” He asked, his eyes widening.

“No. Just a big full ...