MASON'S POV
The D-day has arrived. Day of the charity sponsorship and closer day to have the dinner at the Leone's. Raymond has been glued to me all day as per Godfather's orders. It's so f*****g annoying. Like why am I forced to do this? He can wait till he's back, but no, shove the responsibility on the retiring grandkid.
"Ready mate?" Raymond asked nudging my shoulder.
"Yeah, never been more prepared. I'll say I'm more terrified for the crew in charge. Did you make that last check I asked, to see if they're okay and set?"
"Defs did. They're good."
The extra two weeks of torture of not seeing Emily is finally over. On the other hand, I have Arya giving me a heads-up at nothing. She hasn't said a thing all week and I'm worried.
"You need to keep those out of sight from others."
