A traitor

The wind was chilled, the blazing rays of the sun were failing to provide warmth, despite this, I was still not ready to go inside, though Randy had come to take me three times. According to him, Silas wanted to see me. Deep inside I knew he had nothing to say to me, but he might be worried if I would try to escape. Well, his worries were valid.

Not only did  I want to escape, but I also sought some answers. Not to forget how I was getting more paranoid bypassing second. The situation no longer was in my hands, I had already lost the privilege. Which however made me wonder if Silvio knew where I was.

I admit I had only spent countable months with the devil himself, but the fragments I had of him were enough to make me understand how vast his connections were. Not only does he own more than enough properties in New York, but I had also once overheard Micah saying how many more investments he had made.

Also, he was a mafia leader. As much as I know, leaders p