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.
"Mills, you're not a judge and jury. You don't know that," I breathed.
"I know that!" She crossed her arms over her chest. "The Martinez runs some deals for him."
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 even the point right now."
"No, it's not. But it's a part." I said.
If he has the wealthy Martinez working for him who couldn't he have?
Exactly my point. No one.
Her gaze came down to me. "Is this still about the hospital bills or there's something else going on between you two?"
Haha. Funny.
