Mafia High
Megan saw me, squealed, and left her guy to throw her arms around me.
“Finally, my kick-ass friend decides to show her face.” She leaned back and looked at the face in question. “Not a damn mark. You took on Stella Berlusconi and came away without a scratch. You’ve been holding out.”
“No,” I told her. “You assumed that with my size, I couldn’t handle her. You need to watch that. It will get you killed.” I was serious.
Gregorio, one of the guys on Dante’s crew, interrupted us. He had a European accent and was wiry and smaller than the other guys. His look was more classic Italian than anyone else in the room.