*MARCUS’ POV*
‘I’m not letting her go,’ Marcus thought broadly to himself. ‘I don’t care what Magnus says, or anyone else. I just have to find a way to explain our world to her and...and pray to God she doesn’t run from me.’
Wolfgang remained sitting behind his desk even after Bonnie had left for her photoshoot at her agency. He closed his eyes and let his head drop to his chest. Where was that d*mn confidence when he needed it in times like these?
The man was worried beyond his wits to say the least. Surely there was some easier way for him to sit Bonnie down and calmly explain the nature of himself as well as his family to her without their entire relationship ending in flames.
He considered taking her out to dinner and discussing the matter over drinks. Perhaps the alcohol would muddle her spotless veil of morality and Bonnie would become more open to the idea of a hidden mafia lifestyle. Wolfgang briskly shot the idea down and snarled to himself.