EIGHTY-THREE

ELLEN

I snuggled into Oliver's arms and placed my head on his chest. I could stay like this forever. I love the way he smelled and in his arms, I felt peaceful. We lay under the sheets naked. I rubbed his chest.

"So, the mafia, is it something you love doing? I mean can't you leave?" I asked.

Oliver sighed. "I did not choose the mafia, it chose me. You see we are born into this thing."

"But do you like what you do? Do you like being a mafia boss?"

He hiked his shoulders. "Well, aside from the protection and fame it gives you, it is a dangerous job. But I have no choice."

"So, if you were given a chance to choose, what would you have been?"

"Well, I don't know. I just— I just —I am tied up in this that it is difficult to say if I want anything else."

"But you are not as dangerous. You still have a good heart."

Oliver kissed the top of my hair and rubbed my arm. "You are seeing only one part of me, babe."

I chuckled. "Oliver, I can