Chapter 145 A song request

The walk back to her apartment was a blur. Mariama's mind was in chaos, replaying every interaction she'd ever had with Antonio, searching for clues she might have missed. How long had he been watching her? How much did he really know? As she climbed the stairs to her floor, a new fear gripped her. What if this was a test? What if Vito had set this whole thing up to gauge her loyalty? It wouldn't be the first time he'd gone to extreme lengths to test those around him. Mariama unlocked her door with shaking hands, half-expecting to find Vito's men waiting for her inside. But the apartment was empty, just as she'd left it. She sank onto her bed, her head in her hands. The choice before her was impossible. On one side was Vito – cruel, manipulative, but a known quantity. She understood the rules of his world, had learned to navigate its treacherous waters. And despite everything, there was a part of her that craved his approval, that still hoped to regain the power and status she'd onc