Sweet Revelations

Nadia.

The warm, sweet scent of melting chocolate filled the massive kitchen, a sharp contrast to the harsh reality of the mafia world my husband ruled. I dipped a wooden spoon into the thick, dark batter, stirring in a rhythmic motion. My grey apron was still dusted with white flour from earlier. Cassian had just returned from the burning wreckage of his club. He had stood in the entryway, unto