Taken by the Mafia King
“So where are we going in this fancy-ass jet?”
“Nowhere.”
“Nowhere?”
“Nowhere,” he confirmed. “But we could go anywhere, if there’s someplace you want to see.”
The possibilities were endless, but in my awe, I could barely name a city. “I haven’t really been much of anywhere before, other than a few trips to Italy when I was a kid,” I said, realizing belatedly how sad that sounded. “But if I was to pick a place, maybe I’d like to go back to Italy, to see my grandparents. On my mother’s side, of course.” Memories came floating to the forefront of my mind at my own mention of my mom. “There was one time Mom took me and Leo to Hersheypark once when I was about six.” The memory turned grim. “Dad
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