84. Part ways

George Galanti

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Abigail gasped at my words. “You’re a mafia boss?”

I rolled my eyes. She was probably reading too many books that romanticized the mafia. “You’ve seen me at work. I don’t have the time to rule over a bunch of dumb people who think acquiring things illegally is the fastest way to success.” I scoffed. “Violence is also their second nature. I cannot be part of that.”

She cocked her head in confusion. “So you’re not a mafia boss?”

“No, I’m not, Abby.”

“Then?”

My tongue poked the inside of my cheek. While I said I couldn’t be part of such a group, I was still affiliated with them. “You saw Enrico the other day.”

“Yes…” her voice trailed off.

I’d been keeping her away from that part of my life for a long long while. I never wanted her to know about Enrico, not because I didn’t trust her but because I didn’t trust him. Once she knew about him, I didn’t know what he would do to her.

Our partnership had always been confidential. Charles found out about it by chance and I mad