20

ATHENA

"Giovanni will you tell me what's going on?" I asked him while the car was still zooming through traffic.

"That number belongs to Sophia, She's at the estate, I wanna make sure they haven't gotten to her." he replied dialling her number again. Sophia Rossi, spoilt mafia princess, typical girly girl with one heck of a backbone. Don't mess with her or call her Barbie, she hates it.

"Soph please call me and let me know you're okay, I need to talk to you" he said into the phone pressed against his ear. His veiny hands adorned with rings was the only thing keeping my attention,

God I'm horny.

"I feel like for a Don you are really dumb Giovanni," I said to him checking my nail length.

"And why would you say that Athena?" he asked taking his eyes off his phone to my face.

"Why would Ingrid have Sophia's number?" I asked him

"I don't know why?" he asked