Ricci
A dance in danger.
"You're really going?" Mike asked, and I ruffled my hair. I didn't want to go. I didn't.
I wanted to be at home, holding Sophia in my arms, loving the way she felt snuggled against me. But I couldn't tell him that, so I nodded.
We were at my office, seated on the sofa chairs. Mike sat across from me. He had a worried expression on his face.
"Those guys work with the underground mafia, Ricci. Those guys killed Luther," I shot back, and he stood up.
"You can't go to start the fight. You might get killed."
I was aware of that, and I said quietly, "This wouldn't have been a problem if it were something legal." I had men at my Beck and call, but openly associating with the underground world was not how I wanted to live.
I hoped that someday I would be able to
