C62 Chapter 62

ELEANOR

I stared at Don Salvatore in disbelief, my chest tight with shock and anger. "You have to be joking," I said, my voice laced with sarcasm, though deep down, I hoped it was true.

"You want me to help you kill Armando? Do you even hear yourself?"

His expression didn't shift, the charm he had been masking himself with all night replaced by something darker