CHAPTER 72: Shocking Revelations
Ella
Mafia boss? Did I hear that right? My mind is stunned, and I turn to Elijah, my voice barely steady. "A Mafia boss?" I repeat, my words laced with disbelief and curiosity, but also something else I can't quite name—fear, maybe.
Elijah, ever the master of composure, flashes me a disarming smile. The kind of smile that could make anyone feel like their concerns were foolish, like the weight on their chest was just a figment of their imagination. He tilts his head, playful and nonchalant, and shrugs.
"Oh, that?" he says, chuckling as though it's the most absurd thing he's ever heard. "I'm just into transportation work, Ella. The Mafia?" He shakes his head, laughing lightly. "That's ridiculous. You shouldn't worry about stuff like that."