Chapter 148 One-hundred & Forty-eight

• Mikhail
• The cold air bites through my clothing, sending shivers down my spine. The tension between Vito and me is tangible, like the storm overhead waiting to break. Maria has pleaded with us to work together, but I can see in Vito's dirty looks that he is not ready to let go of his anger. Neither am I.
• The closer I move toward Vito, standing in the drive defiantly, the sharper my glare becomes.