Lorenzo Pov
"How are things?" Alessio asks as he walks into my office, his face a complete mask. If he can see how tense I am, then surely my other men can. In the mafia, any type of weakness is like a loose thread. Anyone could tug on that weakness until you unravel, spilling all your contents. That's why I've never allowed myself the pleasure of having a weakness, not until the little red-haired beauty entered my life.
"Things are going well. I need you to find a replacement for Maria. Turns out, she was a traitor." I stretch out in my chair and think back to how oblivious Maya acted last night, and still, I couldn't bring myself to be angry with her. Yes, she took the note from her father, read it, and hid it, but she didn't disobey me directly, not when I hadn't asked her a single question about it.
