I slipped out of the jacket and waited for him to calm down. He held his hand out towards me, after taking enough time to compose himself. I handed him the jacket and walked past him. He stood there, frozen for a moment and then his brows furrowed together. He shook his head and then followed me.
I had no idea where I was going, but I could feel his eyes on me. He was watching my every move; he was taking the bait.
Mystery...
The word came back to me. I snapped my eyes shut to push it back. Maybe Daisy was right, what good would fucking him do? He wasn't stupid enough to think with this dick. He was a mob boss, for God's sake; he didn't reach this height in a day...
Before I knew it, I was standing in front of the bar, staring at the bartender.
"One White Russian, please."
