Elena
“This way,” Risso said as we entered a Christmas dinner party. We were invited to this event hosted by the ‘Ndrangheta Family. Russo, being the head of the mafia family, needed to be present.
The place was amazing, I won't lie. People walked in and out wearing extravagant dresses and polished shoes. This was a typical mafia party, where the elites showcased themselves to others of their kind.
Disgusting.
Russo extended his arm to me, and I took it in support while still ignoring him. After that night, I cried myself to sleep. I wasn't angry that he hit me—no. In fact, I was angry because of how it made me feel. I was scared and compared him to that bastard of an ex! The flashbacks made it worse. The thoughts came like unwanted guests.
Russo directed me to one of the tables, casu
