*Leo*
As I walked out the door, I couldn’t help but feel a pit in my stomach. The image of leaving Bianca sitting there all by herself haunted my thoughts. It made me feel guilty for having to bail on her. Again.
She said she had something important to tell me. Her appearance worried me and she hesitated to say what she wanted to tell me. And I just fucking left her. Sitting there looking like that, all alone, knowing whatever she had to tell me must have been important as hell.
That was the thing about being the Don in the mafia. When your right-hand man called you, requiring an audience from you, you had to leave. You were expected and required to drop everything and rush to the warehouse. No matter what.
I could tell Bianca didn’t love that. I often questioned whether that would be something she could ever accept about me. About my life.
