Fifty-Eight

Athena

The next day, Luciano dropped me off at the office, his words lingering in the air as he mentioned meeting someone. Reluctantly, I stepped into the elevator, feeling a mix of anticipation and apprehension. As the doors closed, I contemplated the events of the previous day and the consequences of my actions.

So many people to worry about. Giorgia, Luca, Marcus …Ah shit Marcus.

My mind wandered to Marcus, who had suffered at Luciano's hands. A pang of guilt flickered within me, but it quickly faded as I reminded myself of the bigger picture.

Marcus was merely collateral in this dangerous game, and my focus had to remain on fulfilling my mission and protecting myself.

Hell, he was part of the mafia too so if anything, he may have deserved what was coming.

Right?

Okay, perhaps he did not. Ah shit, I was being such a weakling. I'd drop by on the fifth floor, check him out, see if he was fine like Luciano claimed, and get the hell out of there.

When the elevator doors open