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My hand shot out, grabbing the railing, nails digging at the walls even as Lucky's ar me down

I expected the space to be dingy, dark, s of must and stale air

Instead, it was a so—painted in a shiny off-white color There wasn't ainst the longest wall There were folding chairs propped up against the side of it There were a few cans of paint in a back corner, likely as used to paint the space

I couldn't help but wonder if the fresh paint was put down to cover up some other deed done here Blood stains that wouldn't come out fully

Was there enough paint left in those cans to paint over my blood when it was left behind?

"Romy," Luca Grassi's voice called "Have a seat," he added whenthe other man had pulled out a chair, set it in the middle of the room

"Let o I won't come back to the pier"

"It's too late for that," Luca Grassi toldme over, push me down

"Why don't you go find her so his chin toward the stairs

Lucky , for so the two of us alone

"Just letso small and airless?

To that, Luca grabbed another chair, unfolding it across fro forward towardfrom a man like him

"I' the , and start cooperating"

"You're going to have to forgivea mob boss at his word"