7

FALLON Instinctively, I step back, and he steps forward, stalking me like prey. His lips tug up into a smirk as he notices the fear that I know is evident on my face before I quickly mask it. That same fear makes goosebumps rise on my arms. Everything about this man screams at me to run. “Lighter?” he asks, causing me to stop like a deer in the headlights for a second. His eyes watch my face as I try to remember what he asked. Suddenly, a hand from behind snakes past me, passing him a lighter, and Milo’s voice comes from behind me, making me flinch. “So quiet out here,” Milo muses, leaning into me, his breath ghosting across my neck as he passes his boss a lighter. Leone takes it, lights his smoke, and takes a puff. He blows the smoke into the air, but his eyes watch me. Mr. Pressutti tilts his head to the side, observing me, then steps forward. I take another back only to bump into Milo, which makes Mr. Pressutti smile sadistically like he enjoys seeing my fear. “You seem spooked?” he