|Grace|
Don of the Vasquez Famiglia.
Vicenzo Silvestri Vasquez. His name echoed in my mind like a distant bell, each chime sending shivers down my spine.
Is this for real? Am I seriously hearing that this guy in front of me is a mafia boss?
Fvck. What did I get into?
“No,” I whispered, shaking my head. “No, that can’t be true.” my voice barely above a whisper.
I stared directly into his eyes, searching for any hint of deceit. But then again, why would Silvester lie about something so serious? My situation was dire. I had been abducted and was crying my heart out. So, why would he joke about his… true identity now?
"It is," he stated firmly, eyes unwavering from mine. "Why would I lie to you, Grace?" His steady gaze seemed like his way of proving his honesty.
Damn it.
I swallowe
