“Dania’s cousin traveled to Tokyo for work a few weeks ago.” She smirks. “You’ve been babbling about that thing for months, so how could I not?”
“Thank you,” I choke out and kiss her cheek.
“He also brought me a fridge magnet. I have it hanging next to the one you got for me in Paris.”
I quickly look away, feeling guilty. I got that magnet from eBay. The long weekend trip to Europe with Hannah’s family never actually happened. For me, at least. It was a cover story for when I had to personally deliver a secret message to some guy on the outskirts of New York City last month. No one except Peppe, who drove me there and stuck to me like glue during the exchange, knew about it.
The whole thing was an ordeal. Nobody from the other Cosa Nostra Families is permitted into the New York territo
