FIFTY-ONE

OLIVER

Ellen remained the center of attraction in the hall. We had nothing to talk about and the topic she tried to bring up was one I would not like to discuss because it would lead to an opening up on what I actually do. I knew she would get inquisitive when she sees all these powerful men. We were supposed to have a conference dinner. Although it was mostly for business, but I feared these men would mention mafia sentiments and bicker about it.

A text came to Dante, asking for my attention to discuss something privately. I hated it, but I knew I had to leave Ellen for a while. I was not particularly comfortable with the way that bastard Anthony Romano was looking at her. He stared like he wanted to devour her, and he was not hiding it. I will rip his tongue out from his mouth if he comes anywhere near her.

I had to find an excuse to leave Ellen alone. Meanwhile, I did not let her stand there alone; I led her to the bar to sit while I was gone. I was not completel