#Chapter150
Mico appears behind him, dressed casually too, similar outfit and I wonder if he was at the training session with him. It’s rare to see those two dressed out of the Mafia uniform on any given day and never at the same time. Mico smiles my way and I wave back softly, a hint of one on my lips that I am not really feeling when all I can focus on is the heavy thud of my heart.
I’m tense, bristling with nerves and my insides are doing a good impersonation of a washing machine, now he’s here. Alexi glares and turns his back on me and heads to the bar as though dismissing me somehow, and I hate that it causes a little spike of pain in my stomach. The room instantly feels smaller and suffocating.
The staff are polishing glasses and restocking the imported booze that arrived today, speciality brands for specific members, and milling around aimlessly.
