Dinner With The Mafia

ed and his thick brows furrowed. “You are asking a crime bo

w ironic and ridiculous it sounded

ne leg over his knee. “What are you so scared of t

elp me if I

ur investigation

the reality that seeking help from a

t of surrender. “I'll end my investigation in your crim

moment before he turned serious immediately. “Still, I

hen I met his impatient angry eyes, and I subtly surrendered in my gaze. “Three months ago after your men attacked me and asked me to neve

k and I didn't know whether to feel

h got me nowhere but then I ran into something. Information about a shipment arriving at the Port of Palerm

rrupted. “I've never had any shipment brought

n't know at

alist are you? So you went all the way to Sicily f

N

ng why he made me feel so inferior and self-conscious. “That's almost three hour

e around him. I averted my gaze, tracing the patterns on the table once more, as if seeking s

nation, American Girl. You left Calabria and went to Sicily?

on't you want to know what I found at that port? Beca

in his eyes. “That's impossible. You couldn't have

my voice falling low. “Agai

s usually guarded and composed expression faltered by

me with skepticism and interest. I could feel the gaze intensifying as he took his

showing him a silver drive from my pu

ess, taking him down for doing the same thing I

n these pictures is nothing like what

. “You still haven't told me why you need me to protec

ow they know I have it, and I've been seeing cars following me, the other night someone tried to break into

but you don't. Am I right, American Girl? Mhm? And now you are scared, running. Your naivety keeps putting you in

ing me to gulp. “You're just a scared lit

han you think

avery. If you are so brave, why don't you march up to

'll be stupid

arms. “Yet, there is still one thing about you that makes me w

igh of relief

ning on me to hand the drive over. I looked down at the drive in m

g my time?” he dema

sked. “How can I know that you'll ke

me silently while his hand remained outstretched and his palm still open. I didn't even want t

rned with a computer. The bodyguard handed him the computer and Don

fixation. Then I noticed the surprise darken their eyes wit

t you got these pictur

braver than you t

his voice direct. “You're lucky to be alive. Don Santoro will k

guess that's

to Lorenzo who returned to his seat. “You

with confusion in my eyes. I waited for him to say something but he remai

” he replied. “So

m done

y took a

hat hungry in t

e demanded. “You have no idea whe

o resist, I didn't want to push my luck. He was my onl

ul aura. I quietly picked the fork and knife up and co

king for something in my body. Whenever I dared to steal a glance, his eyes locked onto mine a

he want? I thought. Why is he looki

ow it felt like the simple act of eating had been turned into a per

I set the cutleries down. “You mad

me up, I accepted. “Tell Cosmo to get the car ready,” he sai

you mean your mansion? I thought you're going to just keep at

ollowing you. They know you're in Calabria and they probably know you are meeting with me. Safe houses are the first place he'll check, then he'll ch

d. “I guess yo

rrupting and disobeying me. Do not argue with me an

down my throat heavily as

o give your life to me, and you're going to start b

what had just happened? Was I really ab