Paid in Full

Dante

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sliced fruit lingered in the air. It was almost warm, peaceful, something men like us weren't meant to have.

Cassian had that quiet expression again, the one that told me he was thinking about Carmela even when she wasn't around. His tie was loosened, and his gaze flicked toward the door every few minutes.

Finally, he said, "It's done."

Marcello raised