You Cannot Afford Me Now,Fabiano

y the most lethal mafia boss on the East Coast. But rig

strial ceiling sprinklers, laughing as

owning. I looked through the glass at my

he terrace railing, sipping his bourbon whil

assing me," he warned through t

d smiled and whispered a

your little phobia. F

y money, secured his legitimate suppl

him in the dark, and he had turned i

d to be my shield watch me dr

r was suddenly burned away

he bulletproof glass with my bleeding han

untant, I would show him what happens when yo

pte

na

lethal mafia boss on the East Coast. But at this moment, the intercom ab

within thirty minutes, or we lock the doors

nter of the stone terrace. My gaze searches for my fiancé, for some sign of rescue. I see only F

nderboss of the

before his twenty-fifth birthday-a man whose na

m, wearing a custom black suit that sets off the breadth of his

e, laundering his dirty money and s

ething more than a portfolio of shi

de this glass cage on

e conservatory doors clic

lers embedded in the ceiling, soaking my desig

rom my eyes and st

artel associates are gathered ar

the small flashes of ligh

stands at the fr

, Fabiano's childhood friend, and the woman who orchestra

ther hand depresses the silver button of the external m

e two-way intercom system w

so untouchable,

sts when you are stripped of your tailo

s, condensation makes the joints of my

entless, beating down on my shoulder

iana and lock e

railing of the terrace, a lit ci

e two dry wells, r

sip of his bourbon, watching

, open t

ainst the small microph

es no

lieutenants chuckles and

d of thick gray smoke

sure she do

crackling intercom, as smo

s to learn that the Romano Famiglia

s whistle and ch

itional initiation

nk this

ontrol in front of the glass

just begun, Si

to stop, or we will see how

he man I love-the man who promised to p

ag of his cigar and

veiled insult, convincing myself that his affection was s