60 Days Submission

Her clear blue eyes, witty and cheerful. "Father is retiring from the business and you are taking over."

"I don't even speak Italian and I know nothing about the mob business." he muttered dryly.

"You would learn." adjusting his tie. "You would make a great leader Darryl.

Darryl took my hand squeezing it tightly, his fingernails cutting into my palm. I don't focus on the pain. Just the simple process of breathing. I can see that he wants to argue. I can also see that he doesn't want to do this. I exhale as he releases my hand. Everyone chatty, smiley. I was not in a chatty, smiley mood and so was he.