033: "Are You Here To Punish Me For Not Getting Fucked?!"

[Khione’s Point of View]

Since Giovanni called it quits on our engagement three years ago, I've avoided being in the same room with him. Not that he desired to have me in the same space as him. But because I worked as an agent for the Mezzesalam, most of our meetings were unavoidable, and at times like this, I just stared blankly, never meeting his gaze.

Being a member of the mafia meant making deals with other groups, both legal and illegal, and this was one of those illegal meetings where things could go wrong and bodies could start dropping to the floor with blood stains with the slightest slip-up.

I, like the others, stood at the corner with a briefcase of substance, waiting to be called while Giovanni and their new ally conversed.

"I heard what happened with the Russians; how do I know the same sh*t won't happen here tonight?" The new ally, Mr. González, his name, was seated on the opposite couch with one leg crossed over the other, with six of his men standing behind him, and a