A Bitter Toast

Cora.

“You changed your dress,” Dmitri stated as soon as I returned to the table. I ignored him, lowering myself back into my seat. “Were you with Mancini just now?”

“Why are you concerned about that?”

“Don’t mess with me, Cora? Remember that you are in my territory. With a snap of my fingers, your husband will have a bullet lodged in his skull.”

Don’t piss him off. I recalled Enzo's words. I coul