16
McKayla
The same day.
Knock!
I stood in the kitchen washing the dishes while listening to mellow jazz to get my mind off my parents.
“What are you doing?”
I looked over my shoulder at Savio and shrugged.
“Washing dishes.”
“Why?”
He stepped in the kitchen and stood beside me at the counter.
“Cleaning helps me think.”
“I pay Marilyn to clean.”
“I gave her the day off.”
“You shouldn’t have done that.”
“Only one day.”
“Nothing from your parents?”
“No.”
“It’s not like they can really cut you out of their lives.”
“Do you ever regret anything you’ve done?”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know. Killing, k********g, or torture.”
“Who says I do those things?”
I dropped the sponge in the sink.
“Savio, be honest. You’re a mobster.”
“I’m a businessman.”
“Who gets what he wants by hurt
