ARIA
I called Megan to continue cooking while I walked outside onto the porch.
"What the hell do you want, Alberto, you nasty man!" I snapped at my uncle.
My words couldn't hurt him, but he didn't know how much his words worried me. I could feel a niggling in the back of my mind, a terrible feeling that I didn't even want to consider.
Alberto laughed, and I could hear the glee that he received from everything. How did he even know what was going on?
"You really thought you won, Alina? You've always been a foolish child. You should have given up the Mafia when I was willing to forgive and forget."
"I'm not willing to trade words with you. It would be so stupid of me. What do you want, Alberto?" I kicked out against the chair on the porch, needing a release for all the em
