Deborah
Vincent's POV Barone’s mistress is the perfect shell to his octopus tendencies. Dressed in an outfit at least twenty years younger than her age, and in a style that has lost popularity two decades ago she has refused to speak to me, and scorned all the offers I have made. After my father died, we had built what appeared to be a garage from the outside, but inside were two holding cells. It was hard to discern friend from foe as the mafia loyalties were shifting like tectonic plates, and keeping the business close to home was worth the risk. Deborah, Barone’s mistress, is running her fingers through her crimped hair, trying to detangle the knots, and acting as if she is unconcerned by her situation, but I can smell the fear coming off her. Three days of her silence is surprising. In my
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