The Fitting Room

Nora slid into the plush leather back seat of Enzo's black sedan. The lingering adrenaline from Palermo's drawn gun still made her chest tight, her heart thumping against her ribs, but she forced her expression into a mask of serious irritation. She refused to let these mobsters see her sweat.

"Where exactly are you taking me today?" Nora asked, crossing her arms protectively over her chest. She