Chapter 138 The cruel cretin

One night, as she arrived at Enzo's bar for her shift, she sensed something was off. Enzo's eyes followed her with a predatory intensity that made her skin crawl. Halfway through her shift, he cornered her in the storage room. "So, Mariama," he said, his voice dripping with false sweetness. "You've been spending a lot of time with our friend Vito lately." Mariama's heart raced, but she kept her face neutral. "I don't know what you're talking about. I just work here." Enzo's hand shot out, gripping her arm painfully. "Don't play dumb with me, girl. I know Vito's got you running errands for him. What I want to know is, what kind of errands?" "Let go of me," Mariama hissed, trying to pull away. Enzo's grip tightened. "Not until you tell me what Vito's planning. Is he trying to muscle me out? Huh?" For a moment, fear paralyzed Mariama. Then, she remembered Gina's advice. In one swift motion, she pulled the pen from her apron pocket and pressed it against Enzo's throat. "I said, let