Chapter 7 His Darkness

• Brandon blinked, utterly confused, before realizing what she must have been hinting at. “Are you actually implying he’s part of the Mafia?” he whispered, a laugh bubbling up in his throat. This couldn’t possibly be real. “People keep fabricating shit about others.”
• Brenda winced. “No,” she said, looking like she already regretted bringing it up. “But there are strong rumors that his family is. They’re well-connected and have ruled a large spectrum of Italy for as long as the family has existed. So, you can probably guess how he grew up. He’s used to everyone doing as he says—he takes it for granted and sometimes can get carried away.”
• Brandon stared at her. Great. So, not only was his boss possibly a member of the Mafia, but he also didn’t understand the concept of “no.” “Must have been nice to be born with a silver spoon in your mouth.”