*Alessandro*
I sat in my car hating myself for the way I spoke to her because I felt more confident now than ever that Rebecca was innocent.
I owed her the favor of calling this man. I knew two things: if anyone could prove without a shadow of a doubt that she was innocent, it was this man. And there was something I was missing.
Who was in the prison telling Rebecca I was the head of a mafia family? The only family I felt would care enough to tell her was the Bianchis. I shouldn't be surprised.
Still, what did that mean? Had they planted a mole somewhere in my organization? To know Rebecca had been arrested, they had to have done just that. It wouldn't be the first time. I had people that I paid to rat on them in certain cases, it was part of this way of life. Still, this seemed deepe
