YEARS

d to the elevator that'll take her to her office, offering

egal. As a paralegal, she was in the heart of the firm's research operations-closer to the files, the secr

d her desk she would be arrested. Already, there were t

d been motivated enough and she did it. A law firm would

and dyed black. She wore brown contact lenses to hide her blue eyes. She no longer smiled or laughed. She only wore long-sleeved clo

ngs which were now worn as a necklace around her neck. She fi

ty, her love for her family remained. Thes

in the underworld. Yet, despite her efforts, she still hasn't gotten any closer t

one Mafia fam

office and immedi

the firm's internal case database. Her he

nt

he first file that appeared was labeled Santoro Family - Closed Case - 2019. Her breath c

cked it

er's, and even hers, everything she'd known as a child, now a ghost on

uled a random act of violence. No leads, no suspects, no witnesses. The authori

ing-anything-that could offer her a clue. A hint. But the deeper

ive, no explanation. Just sterile legal ja

re would be something hidden in the comments, something the autho

d. Case closed due

th

se quickening. The file was sealed. No further action would be take

formation. Her brother's last words p

g to have to

*

at on the stool, her suit jacket fold

y. A time where she could enjoy hers

the underworld of crime. Every gossip h

r clients files she had stolen from the law

e waited for her client to arriv

o, lo

d to Marco and gav

he said as he sat. "You l

me?" she said as she

iness. You should loosen up a little,

to roll her eyes. M

rned serious. "There are talks that som

art sped

ed look in his eye

th caught i

mafia boss. The man at th

attention. She just didn't think it would work. It had been a wild ri

s saying. "Rafe Moretti is not

r wine before she picked up her jack

ent home. Finally, she

*

hen she got a call from her boss that she s

romote or fire you. Lena knew she wasn't getting any promotions

on the door and h

his desk, his broad shou

. His presence was intimidating, and he wasn't the type of man you would f

d pointed to the seat in

ice calm. "I've been hearing things, Ms. Costa. Specifically, about your... extracur

opped. Her cove