Luciano
Her grey eyes looked up at me, with utter trust, and confidence. Those eyes that brought me to my knees.
She wanted him gone, and he would be.
No one hurts my kitten.
The small woman in my arms, curled into me, falling off to sleep, her arms around my neck.
She smelled faintly of the cinnamon gum she chews, and her coconut shampoo.
Idly my fingers drew lazy circles on her skin, the rhythm of her breathing calming me.
When I was sure she'd gone to sleep, I carefully pulled out my phone, speed dialing the one person I trusted with such a...delicate matter.
"Niccoló, Ho bisogno che tu acquisisca qualcuno per me."
(I need you to aquire someone for me.)
"Chi, cugino?"
(Who, cousin?)
"Un Eugene Miller. È arrivato a Chicago recentemente. Portalo in cantina, ma non ucciderlo."
