Chapter Ninety One

Alcina shrugged her shoulders,

‘I don’t care what they call me as long as they do as they are told and pay their due.’

Mario and Roberto watched jealously at the easy familiarity between the three of them, she may have been a Mafia Princess but to her MOSSAD Agents, she was the little English Duchess they had taken under their wing and vowed to protect for the rest of their lives. She was chattering away in her native English. most of which they did not understand, Alcina spoke fluent Italian/Sicilian as well as a few other, [mostly European] languages she rarely got to speak English though. Her eyes sparkled with her joy and the seconds could not begrudge her that happiness, like all her guards they were devoted to her and could deny her nothing. It helped that she was an excellent Don, she paid them very well and knew all their families, never forgetting a birthday or anniversary. They knew they could ask her anything, and she was always willing to help in any way she could, she kne