Fallon
“I thought I was seeing things at first,” Devon Penso says—a lump forms in my throat. I remember the last time I saw him, the guards had to hold him back from killing me. Turning, I try to leave. “Running off so quickly?”
My mind races as he strides toward me, cutting off my path to the stairs leading me back to Leone’s office, or hell, as I’ve started to think of it. s**t, where is Rocco or Milo when I need them, I ask myself, only to remember they are in the VIP lounge.
“Hey b***h, I’m talking to you!” He calls out, moving with predatory purpose in my direction. I quicken my steps, trying to recognize someone to wave them down when he grabs my arm. However, I know, causing a scene, Leone will do more than hit me with a belt if I embarrass him again, especially now I know his fa
