“I’m saying it one last time.” Piero closed the door to his office. “You don’t have to do this.”
“Yes, I do,” I whispered, feeling lost. I turned to nod at Donatello, one of the caporegimes behind the machine. “Please start.”
“State your name.”
“Sienna Marie Giovanna.” I locked eyes with Piero as the questions were asked. I was giving them bare, raw truth. It was painful, and this had never been asked of me, but I still felt like it was the only way to totally clear myself and prove I was no threat to anyone. When I first brought up the idea to Piero, he had said a definite no, but I finally got through to him that it was necessary, and he had grudgingly made the call. Now, here we were in his office, so I could prove my loyalty and regain the trust of the ones I had come to love.
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