VICTORIA WASHINGTON

I exhaled deeply, standing up and running my fingers through my hair. I couldn’t skip lunch—I hadn’t even had breakfast.

No matter how hard I tried to calm myself, my heartbeat only quickened. I was terrified of what might happen next.

If what Vincenzo said was true, I was in serious trouble—no, I was at a dead end. Once I returned from lunch, I would do some research on the Mafia and see if there was any connection to him or if he was just playing mind ...