Chapter 33: Chapter Thirty-Three
*Brielle’s POV*
I have to blink multiple times to make sure I am not imagining anything. Am I really seeing this? There is no way it can be this easy. Or is there?
As the members of the Quinto family stride past me to go further in, I see it.
Make-up.
Every single one of them are wearing some amount of make-up or another.
The moment I see it, it takes every single impulse in my body not to rush forward and immediately point the finger at them. I want to start investigating immediately, questioning them and where they have been. I want to know why I see what I do on five of their faces.
Make-up.
It is poorly done, but it is good enough to fool the side-eye glance that all of the other mafia families are giving them. It is barely visible behind their masks, but I see it clear as day. I can see the bruises and the clear lines that would make up the track of a fingernail if it were being dragged along someone’s cheek if they were fighting for their lives.