Nikita
“She’s back.”
Orsino still stared at her with disbelief. She had cornered him in the pantry of the Crimson Spider mafia house. It smelled mostly of spices mixed together. Orsino leaned back hitting the shelves causing the jars behind him to rattle.
“Are you sure it was her?”
She leaned forward, it had been eating at her for days. The knowledge had become a burden and she needed Orsino to know what was now at stake. They both knew their father’s death threat, knew what he would do if he learned.
“It’s her. She called her gladiolus.” Orsino rubbed his hand over his mouth as he processed the information.
“Have you seen her since?”
“No. But she works for the FBI. This could be our chance. Our chance to get out.”
Orsino shook his head with sympathy in his eyes. “Sorella.
