“You’re crazy, you know that? Not many people take a bullet for someone, let alone if that person hates them,” I say. “I’d do the same for you. It might make me crazy, but we’re all a little mad.” “Hey! I’m not!” I laugh and immediately feel guilty for being anything other than sad. He rumbles with laughter, sending vibrations through my body. “You stalked a mafia boss, kicked him in the balls, stuck a knife into his throat, and killed two men.”
