Elena
"I would like to ask a question," I said, walking close by his side, his coat draped over my shoulders.
We had come back to his house about fifteen minutes earlier, and I had insisted that we take a walk around the house. I wanted to appreciate the beauty of the place.
"Go on." My arm was linked to his, and I followed his steady pace.
"How did you get into the Mafia?"
He glanced sharply at me, maybe trying to intimidate me.
"I'm not backing down today." My voice was firm and defiant. I wanted to know more about him, and he wouldn't stop me no matter what.
He let out an exasperated sigh and placed his other hand on mine.
"You wanna hear everything?"
"Yes, I do." I was eager but also anxious. I knew that he might have to uncover an ugliness underneath—one that every member of
