Love & Vengeance
He had black hair with a streak of white that was slicked back.
When he saw me, he smiled– a predator's grin.
“Ah, Bella,” he said smoothly. “Please, sit. I'm sorry about earlier. We just wanted to rough you up a bit.”
The men stepped aside revealing a velvet armchair across from him. I sat down, my hands clasped in front of me to hide their trembling.
“Eric Gambino,” he said, tapping the ash from his cigar into a glass tray. And you are….. Vittoria Balotelli.