Page 49 of Mafia Scars

So, where did that leave us?

Although…

Who I was, who I truly was, was not a cop. Amelia Taylor was a cop. Amelia Rossi was a dancer.

I was kind of done being Amelia Taylor.

So, what did that mean?

“Bigger fish to fry, princess. I’m sure if you want to, you’ll figure it out. You’re important to him. That’s the only reason why I came to get you. It’s a starting point.”

The hostess returned with the chocolate and the rolls.

“Those are for you. Eat,” he instructed.

“I’m not hungry.”

“I’m not going to have you fainting on me. Eat up. You haven’t had anything since I got you.”

On that basis, I ate and was surprised to find myself finishing it all. He called the hostess over again and asked her for more rolls and a cheese platter.

“They have all of that onboard?”

“Yeah.”

“How were we able to get this plane so quickly?”

“We have jets and other vehicles on standby in a few states. They’re there if we need to get away like we did yesterday. Standard emergency procedures.”

“Oh.” It was all so organized. It worked to my advantage yesterday.

“Do we know if everyone got out okay yesterday? I lost Maurice completely.”

“He’s fine. There were no injuries on our side.”

“I guess none of the casualties were Victor?” That would be too easy.

“No. No such luck. He’ll definitely make his way to Chicago and resume battle there.”

“So, I’m still not safe?”

“Chicago is the safest place you’ll ever be.

I pulled in a breath and rested my head back against the soft leather of the seat.

There was so much to think about.

So much to do. It would be hard to see my father after so long. Hard to see him and know he was sick.Dying.

A massive part of me wanted to be sad, but then I remembered everything, and confliction filled my soul.

* * *

The air…

It was the first thing I noticed when we landed.

It was different to the air I breathed in LA. Chicago was a busy place too, but LA seemed to be even busier to me.