22. Never My Heart

"Do not feign ignorance of the ways of the Borgata," I asserted, my voice laced with authority. "The organization thrives on strong leadership, much like in Italy. Without a leader, the entire structure would crumble."

A hint of amusement danced in her voice as she responded, "And you believe you are that leader. What a shame. You already have a successful career. Or was that merely an impressive facade?"

I met her gaze, my eyes filled with a steely resolve. "I rarely pretend to be someone I'm not, and 'had' would be the appropriate word. Given the newspaper article that I'm certain you've read, I'd be fortunate to find employment on a home shopping network." With deliberate movements, I took her glass and walked towards the bar, unfastening my holster and placing the gun on the surface. I then proceeded to prepare drinks for both of us.

"The article wasn't entirely damning, although it conveniently omitted the fact that you're a kidnapper. At least for now. I suppose that officiall