A sharp pain ran through my chest, the edges of a rusty blade took shape behind me and I fell unto the bed, my heart beating faintly.
Matteo had stabbed me in the back.
It might have been metaphorical, but the physical pain was very much real. He had looked me straight in the eye, and said;
“I can’t, Alex. This is not my secret to tell. Besides, Roman is still my friend and boss, I could never betray him.”
I thought he was my friend, I thought we had formed a bond. Apparently, he did not owe me any loyalties, I was not family.
I laid on the bed, half dead. While Matteo rolled his eyes and had the guts to tell me I was being dramatic, and my little show wasn’t enough to get him to spill.
Curse the mafia and its so-called code.
He watched me for what felt like hours. After a while, h
