The Mob Queen Wants to Claim Me for Herself (In a Reverse World) - Chapter 44: Chat, is He Cooked?

... ive white casts resting lazily like hibernating polar bears. The penthouse living room surrounds us in muted luxury. Boston glitters beneath us, tiny cars and tinier people moving in miniature, a world I used to belong to.

The massive television mounted on the wall flickers with bright colors, the roar of engines filling the room as Formula 1 cars tear around a track at impossible speeds. I'm only half paying attention.

"So that's Valentina," Caterina says, her breath warm agains ...