After Giorgio left me at the restaurant, I was in an extremely dark place.
A thousand terrible thoughts swirled through my mind as I stood there at the bar, trying to drink a glass of brandy to calm my nerves.
What if Maurizio hurts Giorgio?
What if Maurizio KILLS him?!
That would destroy me. It would literallykill ME.
Giorgio was everything good in my life. He was kind, and sweet, and gentle, and funny – not to mention incredibly hot –
While that piece-of-shit mafia asshole had terrorized me for months.
Maurizio had driven me away from my home – my job – my friends.
He’d stolen my life from me.
The cops hadn’t done shit about it.
Nobodyhad done anything about it. Nobody could –
Until Giorgio stepped in.
As terrified as I was of his job… as much as I wished he wasn’t in the mafia…
Part of me thought,You have to fight fire with fire.
Maybe the only way for a mafia asshole to leave me alone was for anothermafiosoto take care of him.
That led to other dark places.
Part of me hoped Giorgiokilledthe bastard.
But that led me to think,Is that what you are now?
Is that what Maurizio made you –
Somebody who wants people murdered?
What was even scarier was that I specifically wanted Giorgio to do it.
Not some nameless, facelessmafioso –
But Giorgio.
Sweet, kind, lovable Giorgio.
Was that the horrible person I’d become?
That I wanted the man who was so good to me –
Tomurdersomeone?
So when he came into the restaurant and stood next to me, I was in shock.
He didn’t look any different than when I’d seen him last.
“Hey,” he said, like nothing was out of the ordinary.
