In the world of the mafia there are always lies, manipulation, wars, but there's also a stalemate. A neutral factor where you don't know if it's good or not.

In my life, you are that factor.

We're not close, by God, I know you'd hate that. But that's your choice, and yours alone.

It's been a few minutes since our meeting with other mafia members ended. You left in your Lamborghini, which I've been following – driving my Masetati. I need to make sure you're safe until you get home.

Or so I thought, until you called me and my eyes locked on your car in front of me as we drove.

"Yes, little problem?" I say hoarsely and coldly, as if I weren't driving like a madman behind you.