Rage explodes inside me as I read the last sentence. I can’t have anyone in Cosa Nostra suspecting that I’m in any way involved with the Family. Nuncio and my lawyer are the only two approved people on my visitation list for that sole reason. And even though I pay a s**t ton of money to make sure my mail remains undisturbed and I can have conversations with Nuncio without being recorded, I don’t have anyone in my pocket in the front office. So, my stepsister—with whom I’ve presumably had no contact for over a decade—calling the prison out of the blue, could raise a serious f*****g red flag.
Whoever has been working behind my back, pulling the strings to keep me in here, is high in the Cosa Nostra hierarchy. It’s more than likely they have a source inside the prison keeping tabs on me. If
