Posy's Mafia Run

POSY

N evaeh Ellis lives in a dump. I thought I was roughing it before Dario moved me in, but this is a shithole. Elevator’s out of service. Narrow hallways with stained ceilings and warped tiles. I made the same salary she did at L’Alba. What does she do with her money?

I haul my suitcase up the last set of stairs and head for her apartment. As soon as I got off the subway, my panic ebbed. I’m hella more likely to be mugged in this part of town, but I’m a hundred times safer. The Renellis don’t bother with this neighborhood. There’s no vig on zero.

Still, I keep looking behind me. I’m not gonna stop until I’m far, far away.