*Leo*

The waiting room in the prison wasn’t like the rest of the place. It was quieter, polished, a far cry from the cold steel and concrete that made up the rest of the facility.

This was the kind of space reserved for those with enough power and money to arrange a meeting in comfort. It made sense that the Valentinos had access to it.

I sat in the chair, waiting, hands folded in front of me.

The room smelled of disinfectant and cheap coffee, a ...