Honey

I felt too nervous to eat as the Don sliced off a chunk of his crab cake and held it out in front of my face. “The appetizer is delicious. Have a bite of mine, little darling,” the Don said, an air of relaxation around him despite the tense atmosphere.

The act of eating off the Don’s fork was mortifying, but it wasn’t a question. I leaned in, taking the bite and fighting the nausea rolling in my stomach. The food itself was delicious. Luke always made ...