#Chapter 9: Giving Up On Dreams

Ella “I’m the son of the city’s most influential mafia boss.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I had stepped into this city with a single purpose — to fight against the malignant tumor that was the mafia. Not with them. And now, here I was, face to face with the son of the most influential mob boss in the area. And he was my client. “Well?” he asked, his lips curling up into a smirk at the corners. “We have client-lawyer confidentiality. You know the truth now. I told you that there was more to worry about than my infidelity.” “Oh god,” Ema said, sounding surprised. “A mafia boss? Can it get any worse?” “At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if it does somehow get worse,” I replied. I swallowed. My mind raced. I knew how the mafia worked, at least to a certain extent. I knew, at the very least, that it was dangerous to go against them. That was why Mr. Henderson was so insistent on me taking Logan on as a client. He was afraid. Logan did bribe my b