AYLA
"Wait… what?" Millie burst out again. "Ally, can you even listen to yourself? Cassian Moretti is the devil. He's a fucking Don. Do you know what that means?"
Of course I knew what that meant—he belonged to some Mafia kind of cult, right?
I'd listened to myself all the way from C-M Holdings down to the apartment. I knew my decision didn't make any sense.
But it didn't matter. I couldn't change anything. I needed money to save Dad, and I'd fucking signed the deal to get that done.
"Mills, you're not a judge and jury. You don't know that," I breathed.
She crossed her arms over her chest. "I know that because Peter's dad runs some shady business deals for him."
A shiver ran down my neck. Why was I just hearing that part?
"So Peter's dad is a part of the Mafia business then?" I asked without looking at Millie.
Her hands fell. "Seriously? That's not the point right now."
Sounds like a pot-and-kettle kind of relationship.
