The features of a man came into view. A tall masculine man in a suit stared down at me, his face both terrifying and intriguing. He did not look familiar, but I knew he was one of them. One of Roman’s men. He ran me over with his eyes, like he was trying to find something on me.
“I don’t get it.” He finally said, his expression normal and unimpressed. “I thought for sure I’d see something extraordinary about you, but you’re just a girl. A little girl.”
I shrugged uncomfortably, pulling my hand out from his hold. Were half the people in the mafia rude? First, it was Darling constantly finding ways to annoy me. Now, this man I had never seen before in my life.
“And you are?” I asked, irritation evident in my tone.
“Vincenzo Moretti,” He said. He was still staring at me with so much awe,
