UNDER THE MAFIA DON'S GAZE
By eleven-thirty… I was in a cab, cursing under my breath.
When the elevator doors opened onto the seventh floor, my stomach twisted. My footsteps echoed too loudly against the plush carpet. The number 701 glowed faintly at the end of the hall, like it had been waiting all night just for me.
I told myself I’d just knock, tell him this was a mistake, and leave. But when the door opened before I could even raise my hand, I froze.
Mario stood there.
Black shirt unbuttoned at the collar, glass of whiskey in one hand, cigarette burning in the other. He looked like he had all the time in the world, as though he knew I’d come eventually.
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