Exile - 2

My phone came to life and with a glance, I said, “Let’s head out. They’ve caught a few of them this time. Maybe we can get some answers.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he said and followed me down the wooden porch steps. We climbed into his Benz, which helped strengthen the mafia image even more. He drove the ten minutes it took to the holding cells. I was about to walk in when Mario stopped me. He walked in a circle, looking me over. To some, it may seem odd, but I used to it. He always assessed me beforehand to ensure I was going to make the right impression when I went inside. Right now, I couldn’t afford newbie mistakes. Those rogues had to see me as a competent leader if I wanted the attacks to stop. My rocky grip on my position, as luna needed the attacks to stop. I’ve lost my family. I would not lose my pack too.

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