Chapter 147 Survival, not trust

The drive back to Vito's mansion passed in a blur. Mariama sat in the back seat, her mind replaying Antonio's final moments over and over. She barely noticed when they arrived, when Vito's men escorted her inside. She found herself in Vito's study, the room where she'd spent so many hours planning operations, earning his trust. Now, it felt like a prison. Vito entered a few minutes later, his face unreadable. He poured himself a drink, not offering one to Mariama. "Do you know why you're still alive?" he asked, his voice conversational. Mariama didn't answer. She wasn't sure she wanted to know. Vito continued anyway. "It's because, despite your betrayal, you're still valuable to me. You know too much, have too many skills that I can use." He took a sip of his drink, studying her over the rim of the glass. "But make no mistake, Mariama. Your life is in my hands now. One wrong move, one hint of disloyalty, and you'll join your musician friend." Mariama finally found her voice. "Wh