Hundred and Thirty-Two

Athena

We were on a plane back to Sicily the next morning. No need for disguises, we took of from a private airfield in New Jersey.

As soon as we touched down, ten hours later, I saw a black limo by the tarmac. Luciano smiled as he saw it, "Our welcoming party is here."

I raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean welcoming party?"

"Don't get your hopes up," he said, "It's just Giuseppe."

The old man was standing by the car, smiling widely as we walked towards him. He first greeted Luciano, pulling him into a giant hug, like he was his father, patting his back, pride in his eyes.

He then turned to me, "Welcome back to Sicily, Raven," he said, extending his hand. "How was your flight? Was it good? Are you too tired?"

"I am good." I said as I shook his hand, feeling a surge of pride at the way he addressed me. It was clear that Luciano had already told him about me, and that I was already considered a member of the mafia.

"Thank you, Giuseppe," I said. "It's good to be back."

Giuseppe smiled,