He’s cute but he is completely unhinged. He tricked me. Drugged me and tied me to his goddamn bed. I’m used to being respected. Feared. Obeyed. Not…this.
I’ve always liked my best friend’s crazy little brother. I worry about him because being a femboy in a mafia familyisn’t safe. But he has gone too far. He can’t disrespect me like this.
He’s still cute, though. And, oh Lord, that mouth of his. I swore I was a straight man. Now he’s making me rethink things. Which the little minx says was his plan all along.
This feral brat thinks we’re destined to be together, and after a few nights in his bed, I’m beginning to see the appeal. Having him in my bed is not a terrible idea.
So when this is all over and I escape… Do I kill him? Or do I keep him?
