Chapter Eight
RENA
The setting was perfect to be here with my mom and enjoy ourselves with drinks and food. I only wished I could be home in a normal situation and not some soon-to-be mobster's wife. I ordered food to be delivered to Sante’s home.
When my phone vibrated, I swiped it off the table and saw she was downstairs. I hit the call button to allow her upstairs on the elevator. McKayla thought it would be a good idea to do this intimate setting, but Sante didn’t give a choice. I wouldn't bring my mom in on the chaos that was about to happen.
“Sorry for being so vague with the address.” I moved around her to allow her entrance and shut the door.
“Who lives here?” I took her coat and hung it on the rack, next to her purse on the table.
“Come sit down.”
“Rena, what’s going on?”
