The Mafia's Mercy
It’s a picture of her in a graduation gown, and beside her stands Rick, their arms around each other, smiling brightly at the camera.
I furrow my brow, confusion and suspicion warning inside me. Before I can ask, she speaks, her voice soft but sure. “That’s my dad,” she says simply.
Understanding dawns on me, a puzzle piece clicking into place. Of course Marcel wouldn’t have me sit with someone he doesn’t trust implicitly. If Katherine is Rick’s daughter, then she’s family. She’s one of us.
With a sigh, I lean back in my seat, my fingers tugging at the threads of my sweater. “They were killed,” I say quietly, the words tasting bitter on my tongue. “They owed Guillermo money. So he killed the
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