Chapter 6: Foe or friend

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, nonetheless,” the boss’s voice broke my reverie. I couldn’t stop spiraling about what Justin knew by now. I had to stop myself from doing anything out of the ordinary, too. These mafia guys read you like a book. “You look like a pretty young thing. Isn’t she?” he looked at Justin briefly, and back at me. “Tell me, what do you look like under that mask?”

Uh oh.

“More pretty, I’m sure,” he continued.

And I took one step back, subconsciously, I supposed. Wanting to get out of there. But he grabbed me by the hand and pulled me within reach. “Where do you think you’re going? Take off that mask, darling.”

“My face broke out,” I spoke calmly, as calmly as one could in the situation. “I do not look pretty under the mask today.”

The air turned cold. It’s like he knew I was hiding something, and hiding behind the mask. At first, no one said anything, and I could only hear the thumping of music from outside the VIP room. When did Lee turn the music off?