"Talk to you again soon, Primo."
Ashley lowered her hand, her phone still in it. She let out a heavy breath and turned from the wall she had been leaning against, facing the funeral chapel once more.
Liza had already returned to her seat after speaking with several visitors.
The chapel was packed, even though only a few hours had passed since Tommy's "death."
Powerful figures—people who had ruled the underground for decades—came and went in waves.
If Interpol ever raided this place... it would be like hitting the jackpot.
"Auntie," Ashley said as she sat beside her.
Liza turned to her with the same gentle smile she always wore. Despite her black veil, one could see it.
Ashley forced a smile in return, shame and guilt clawing at her throat.
It made her sick.
Just sitting beside Liza...
Pretending she had no idea that it was her own father who had caused this woman so much pain.
"What is it, dear?" Liza asked softly, her voice as warm and kind as ever.
