Taken By The Italian Mafia: A Dark City Romance - Plot & Excerpts
It smells great." The overly chipper tone made Rocco's skin crawl. Arturo sat on the stool, hands on his knees, fixing both of them with his blue eyes as though nothing happened last night. The bruising on his cheekbone reminded Rocco otherwise. He was surprised Arturo didn't have a full on black eye after their fight last night. "Bacon and eggs," Rocco replied. He held the skillet with the egg bits in one hand. It was his first time cooking eggs, and while some of them were ruined, it wasn't the biggest fuck up he'd muddled his way through. "I didn't know you cooked," Arturo remarked, sweet as could be. "I don't," Rocco said, blunt. "Well, you're doing a good job at it regardless." This was an act. Arturo pulled this shit when he was disciplined but still wanted whatever it was he got in trouble for. Rocco had seen it more than once. When he was a kid it had been about dessert or the newest game his father refused to buy for them.
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