Alissia POV
I’ve spent the entire morning typing up the conversation from earlier, my fingers flying across the keyboard. I still don’t know his name, but based on how he was dressed and the way he spoke, I’m assuming he’s the Don of the mafia. My thoughts keep getting interrupted as my eyes flicker to the clock. I know I should be more anxious about what’s coming, but I can’t help it. There’s an adrenaline rush tied to this whole thing.
“Are you sure you should meet this one?” Jenni asks from across the room, her voice full of concern. “At the canal? It sounds… well, murderish.”
I laugh, trying to shake off the unease her words bring. “Maybe he’s a murderer then,” I joke, but she groans in response, clearly not amused.
“How can you laugh this off, Alissia? I still can’t believe you me
