Change of plans.

After bidding farewell to Martha, I left with James.

“So these people,” I began as I looked out at the night sky on our way back to the house,

“Are you sure they'd help me?”

"I'm one hundred percent sure, Grey.”

“Okay good, I trust you, James. Even though I only met you recently. I'll kick myself if this turns out to be a lie.”

“You'll what?” he almost laughed.

“For trusting people, I have no reason to trust.”

“It seems like a valid point.”

“James,” I took a deep breath, “This man, Gianmarco Vincelli, I've heard the name before.”

“I assumed you may have heard it. Not knowing it, however, would always be wiser:"

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing good ever comes out from knowing that name, Becky.”

“I have only heard about him James, from what I know, he's not on good terms with the Salvatores.,"

“They're rivals. Their families are against each other.”

“But why?”

“Are you questioning me about mafia business, Becky?” he laughed. Finally.

“Have you ever met them?” I asked curiously.

“Who?”

“Sin