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Vince

I leaned against the coldup from the street fifty-five floors down below I held on to the whiskey glass in my hand and wondered ould happen if I dropped it, if the glass could kill solistened aroundit out

I was alone on the balcony Back in the bright party, hed too loud My father was a like his life depending on it

The roo The carpet was thick, red, and patterned in geometric shapes It screaroups, took elasses, offered fresh drinks and food

The whiskey tasted like s I wanted was to get the hell out of this city, get back to , you have to answer

Even if the Don is your father

No, especially when the Don is your father

For the past eight years, I’d been living in New York and getting the Leone Crime Family set up there We were still a s, and I likedcity Philadelphia felt sh Soht streets, the old-style architecture, the quaint bars just couldn’t live up to the sprawling tangle of boroughs that was New York

Philly had sorit that most places lacked Where the majority of cities tried to clean the to the old ways, still had this i I used to be proud of that, back before I moved away Now it just seemed so small

“You look miserable”

I half turned to spot a wohts that I hadn’t heard her come out She had thick, dark hair and deep brown eyes Her skin was pale, and her lips were full and pink She wore a caterer’s outfit, black shirt and black pants, and she carried a tray with these little crab puff pastries I’d noticed her earlier in the night, noticed her watching me with those dark, intense eyes, and I told

Looks like I wasn’t going to have to go out of my way

“Feeling better already,” I said and leanedI could feel the swirl of air fro but the railing between , and a rush ran down my spine

Her smile was hesitant as she took a step closer I let liainst her button-down shirt, curvy hips I wondered what she’d look like in so, like my bedsheets, and decided I’d try to find out

“Want one?” she asked, nodding at the plate

I shook my head “No, thanks What’s your name?”

“Mona” She didn’t move “Is that not your scene back there?”