Not Feeling Bad Are You?

As we drove off in a convoy, I started to feel quite insecure even though there were many cars escorting us. The memories of what happened during the drive with Don Dada came replaying in my head and I gently fisted my finger. I was supposed to be angry.

He seemed to pay so much attention to me despite the fact that he had a tablet in his face, where he was probably working.

"Is anything the issue, Gattino?" He asked and I took the chance to express myself.

"I am yet to know why I almost got killed in the middle of the night." I said to him and then in a few seconds, he seemed to remember what I was talking about.

He smiled as if it was nothing, waving it off and saying to me, "You can never get killed, Claire. Not under my watch."

That sounded more like an assurance than a declaration. He sounded too sure about it. Why?

"Why?" I did not hesitate to ask. I was not ruling out the possibility that he might be keeping me for the same reason as Luciano.

"Because no one would dare come