Blood Vengeance; a mafia romance story
I release the words slowly, in case he doesn’t understand basic information.
His expression doesn’t change. He pulls out his phone, taps the screen, and turns it towards me.
I stop in my tracks.
It’s a photo.
Raven.
Sitting at a café, reading a book. She looks so engrossed in the book, her coffee untouched. Completely unaware of being watched.
Ice slides down my spine.
“Your friend has a very predictable routine,” he says, voice flat. ‘Coffee at Rosé’s every Tuesday and Friday. Yoga at 6 PM on Thursdays. She lives alone at Maple Street, apartment 4B.”