Leroy Kingston.
He is dangerous. He is ruthless and he craves revenge.
As a mafia boss, he's used to simply taking lives out without even blinking. Why didn't it work with Katrina? Was it the fear in those sky-blue eyes that made him start thinkin...
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"What's your favorite color?", I dare to ask, trying to start a more relaxed conversation. Leroy doesn't think twice.
"Blue," he answers, shoving his fork into his mouth.
"That's my favorite color too," I reply with a slight smile, while he merely smirks a little.
"Favourite film?" he asks now and I raise my eyebrows in surprise.
"Um... There are many," I confess, thinking. "I think it's Maze Runner."
"An action movie?" he follows up with surprise, raising his eyebrows. I nod.
"That surprised?"
"I rather expected you to like romantic films," he replies, reaching for his fork again.
"I love those too," I say, grinning. His eyes fall to my lips and my smile slips a little as I realize the intensity in it.
I can't believe we're sitting here like a couple in love right now. I shudder as he still doesn't avert his gaze. Why is he looking at me like that?
"Tomorrow, we have something to celebrate," he says suddenly, finally averting his gaze. I frown in confusion and am about to ask what tomorrow is supposed to be, but he already continues talking. "It's my uncle's 60th birthday."
"Oh, that's nice!"
"Alex and I have ordered him a cake and I'm having a gym set up for him tonight too, but I'll wait until he's asleep. He complains all the time that he's gotten too big, but he doesn't feel like going to the gym," Leroy explains, shaking his head in amusement. I can't help but smile because of this.
"That's understandable," I laugh and reach for my fork again. "But it's nice that you're doing this for him. He'll be very pleased."
Leroy nods, the slight smile still on his lips before he starts eating again. I tilt my head slightly as I look at him.
Not only Danny is blooming here, but also Leroy.
But still, I wonder why we're here.
"Danny and you like it here, don't you? You're both in a much better mood and seem to be really enjoying yourselves," so I carefully start to speak my thoughts out loud. Leroy looks at me for a moment before merely shrugging his shoulders.
"It's always nice with family," he merely replies and then looks back down at his food.
"Then we should come here more often," I say, seeking his gaze. "And not just when we need to flee from something."
"Flee?" Quickly he lifts his head and looks at me with eyes formed into slits. "I never flee from anyone, I don't need to."
Oh, now I must have attacked his pride. I press my lips together. This was not what I wanted now.
