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“Me?” I almost pointed a finger at my chest.
That didn’t sound good,
“Yes, you. Or Marcello or Virgil. Whoever is here at the moment.”
Her gaze, sharp like a knife, landed on me. “Have you done something?”
“Nothing that I can think of, ma’am.” The response was almost instinctive.
I could think of a couple of things that we’d done that may have warranted the Don’s summons, but I wasn’t going to tell any of that to her.
If I did, she mightactuallyshoot me this time.
Not in the leg though, probably. Most likely in the shoulder, so I could still limp to see the Don.
“Go to him, then. Don’t keep him waiting.” She made a shooing motion with her hand.
I stood up, my mind swirling with all the possibilities.
What was it that the Don wanted?I kept wondering.
We’d given him a detailed description of what had transpired that night with Francesco’s men, minus Blondie, of course. Maybe a guard had talked, but no… they were loyal to us first.
Sure, they wouldn’t dare to go against the Don, but they also wouldn’t just go babbling about our business to him unprompted. We were the ones who paid them, after all. Most of them didn’t even know about Blondie, only those who were most trusted.
Before I could talk myself into a small panic, I arrived in front of Don Borelli’s door.
It swung open and a figure emerged.
Oh. It was this dickface again…
Lorenzo noticed me standing in front of him and gave me a small smirk. He had no idea how lucky he was that I’d promised Jack I wouldn’t get into any more fights.
It wasn’t my fault that Lorenzo had such a punchable face.
Try explaining that to Jack, though.
I continued to walk past him, completely ignoring his presence.
I had bigger things to worry about — like for example, finding out why Don Borelli had called me to his office.
Being here always made me nervous. I felt like a student called to the principal’s office, waiting to see what punishment they were going to receive. Or in my case, I suppose that I was reminded of Mister. Calo, the tutor Don Borelli had hired for us when we were younger.
“Alessio,” the Don stated, seated in an armchair behind his desk.
I bowed my head. “You called for me, sir.”
The Don gestured his hand at me. “Have a seat.”
So this wasn’t going to be just a quick conversation, then.
My apprehension level rose one step higher.
He looked at me with eyes that were paler than the sky and colder than ice.
Fuck,they never failed to make me feel unnerved. It always felt like they could see right through me.
“I’ve heard rumors surrounding the three of you,” the Don began.
