Lena’s pov
It was surprisingly easy slipping out of the hotel this morning. The halls were empty, no guards no nothing. *pfft what a joke* But the important thing was that I was out and by the time Vincenzo Maranzano woke up, I would have already been back home at my Brooklyn apartment.
It was strange how Vincenzo’s Jacket wrapped around my body perfectly, not in terms of size or anything, but it just felt right, like some sort of invisibility cloak as I slipped into the streets and hailed a cab that took me back to my side of town. Far away from here.
I watched as the city streets fazed past me, my own reflection in the glass window stared back at me. The make-up I had on the previous night was all gone and my hair was a mess, my lipstick, whatever was left of it was smeared messily a
