I stood there, my body tight with tension as Billy gripped my shoulders, forcefully spinning me to face the curtain behind which Leon was hiding.
"Just think about it, my dear stepmother," Billy whispered ominously, "one quick tug on this curtain, and your smeared lipstick, those rumpled clothes, and the man hiding here will scream infidelity.
What do you reckon a mob family does to a cheater?"
His words were like a serpent's hiss, paralyzing my thoughts, making my voice tremble.
"What... What do you want? All the money in the will?"
Compromise seemed the only way to secure our safety—at least for the moment.
"No, no, no, it's not about the money. I'm after the inheritance rights!"
"I don't even know what's in the will. I can't tell if inheritance is really tied to it!" I exclaimed.
