Chapter 11: The Mafia King's Habits

[Juliette's POV]

I turned from the darkness beyond the car window to the Mafia King in the driver's seat.

"So we're going to a restaurant for food because we're not waking up the servants who are already paid to do so," I recited what I heard from him while we were dressing up thirty minutes ago.

"Yup." Ralph stared at the road ahead.

"Because…?"

A weary sigh came through and then he explained, "I don't trust them, especially the other people that they served."

I was confused. "But aren't they all your family?"

"My family died when I was nine."

The sudden admission was appalling and puzzling at the same time. Is he not a Virtus?

I stared at him when he placed another hand on the steering wheel. "You didn't hear that," he ordered.

"What did I hear?" I feigned ignorance.

He glanced at me quizzically and then turned back to the road.

"What?" I shrugged. "I'm honouring the bet I lost. I'm doing whatever you say."

A brief awkward silence later, I asked again, "So you don't trust y