CLAIMED BY THE MAFIA DON
“Good. You see when you do exactly what I say, you and I… we’re going to be just fine.”
I didn’t say anything. I just stared, trying to keep my breathing calm.
“Let me introduce myself. I’m sorry I didn’t do that earlier,” he said, sitting back like this was all just some meet-and-greet.
“My name is Alex. And you… you’re Ariella, if I’m not mistaken?”
I nodded.
“Ariella Costa. You used to be a daughter in the Italian Mafia.” His voice dipped into something darker, sharper. “But when I asked around, it seemed like… you were supposed to be dead. So what is it? Are you a ghost?”