The mafia boss is the man of my dreams
he asked, pure amusement dancing in his eyes as he lightly flicked Jean's jawline before pulling back and shaking his head.
"Yeah, Jean, what’s he gonna do to me, too? Break up with me?" I mocked right on cue, wiggling my brows.
Jean’s hand flew to his jaw where Angelo had flicked him and he shot Angelo one last deadly glare before turning his eyes onto me. "I hope the Yakuza or whatever gets both of you," he huffed loudly, stomping his feet dramatically before turning on his heel and walking off, leaving just me and Angelo standing by the counter.