"She knows." I told Justin firmly, and I realised that it had not seemed as real in my thoughts as it did now that I had let it hang out in the air.
"What do you mean... she knows?" He counter questioned.
"I mean, she knows, Justin." I repeated, unable to hide the panic in my voice. "Juliet. Natasha. Juliet. She knows."
"She knows what?"
"That I'm in the mafia. That.. that.. f*ck." I cursed under my breath. For the first time in a long time, I could feel my anxiety piping up. I could feel the desire to walk and to keep walking to calm myself down. I felt a fear gripping me, one I didn't quite understand.
"How do you know she knows?"
"I was talking to Harris and I ended up talking about how I'm in charge of the mafia and there was a noise outside and when I went out, there was a brok
