#Chapter 84 – Work Work Work

I’m dressed very poshly today as Frankie and I walk into Lupa, perfectly on time for my lunch shift. Nico insisted I look good – not at all try to hide myself away in any clothes that made me look shy or innocent. No, he insisted I dress like I always do – or sexier, if I’m being honest. I didn’t think it was a bad plan this morning, but I gulp as I walk in now, wishing I had a mile or two of fabric to hide under. “Confidence,” Frankie murmurs under his breath, giving me a cool smile. I smile back, grateful for him as we move through the staff room and towards the bar. I’m jealous too – because how on earth does he manage to be so cool and collected under all of this pressure? We got word, this morning, that the police had found and identified Edwards body – that his family had been informed. And as predicted, there’s a great deal of upset in the mafia community – everyone speculating about whether this was a hit or, as the police are maintaining, an incident of road-rage gone wrong