“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 ...