Judge
I watched as Gio. Head of The Family and my not so official boss weaved his way towards me through the bustling tables. He looked younger, more relaxed than I had ever seen him but there was a slight tension between his eyebrows but that was understandable. I’d have been slightly tense as well if our situations had been reversed.
Rising slightly from my chair, I thrust out my hand. He shook it quickly, barely touching it before taking his seat opposite me.
“You didn’t have to come, Gio.” Him being here was what was putting that line between his dark brows. Not because he thought I would rat him out. Gio knew better than that. He knew that I would never talk. Just like he knew I would do everything in my power to be found innocent of the murder he had committed. No, it wasn’t me w
