Alice
“Gentlemen” My fathers grip on my arm tightened , making any thought of escape impossible. And boy I wanted to escape . I had wanted to be strong to walk in with my back straight and my head held high and meet each one of those sons of bitches eyes unflinching. But seeing the five of them sat at the table . Their faces impassive , hungry even and I had wilted.
I wanted to be strong , but now at the very end of the plan I had put into place I failed. I just wanted to run and hide. To cry with my head in my grandfathers lap like a child.
Enzo was there but there was no warmth in his face. There was no emotion at all. Gone was the kindly old man I had come to know. The one whose eyes glistened with tears when he spoke of my mother. His daughter. In his place was the feared mob boss I
