Chapter 22

(Ava’s POV)

There are times when I want to hug my best friend and keep her in my embrace, maybe till we both fall asleep in each other’s arms and there are times when I just want to toss her across the room.

This time, I’m badly craving ‘Lily brain meat’

"You are either pretending to not have heard what I just said and deliberately want to annoy me or you have the brain of a pelican," I mutter dryly.

“And you, my dear are more paranoid than the average house cat on some caffeine ove**ose. A mafia boss? Really?” she scathes at me.

"You're laughing now until it finally happens. Until you wake up one day and you don't see me…and then you get a call from me some three weeks later telling you I'm in Italy as the wife of Dylan Marcallo, the Leader of the…whatever cartel and he’ll make me a housewife that has to dodge danger every other week when rival cults try to shoot up the mansion.”

This time, she's in full-blown laughter. Yup, maybe I’ll have some