FALLON
Leone allows me to accompany them to the casino, and anticipation runs through my veins as I try to contain my nervousness from them as we enter the foyer. The prospect of escape makes me antsy, as I hope Marcus is on shift tonight. I haven’t seen him since that day at the hospital, and this may be my only chance at escape. My gaze flits across the casino floor, landing on Marcus standing at his usual table. The relief that washes over me is almost tangible; he’s here, which means there’s a chance.
“Come,” Leone’s voice cuts through my frantic thoughts, his hand gripping my elbow gently.
I let him guide me upstairs to a private room, where the air is thick with tension and cigar smoke. Milo trails behind us, silent as a shadow, while Dante and Vittorio converse with two men whose
