The morning sun was shining through the bedroom as Dana and Adrian woke up. It was about two thirty.
“Morning Lil’ man,” Dana said with a kiss.
“So. Italian mob. It’s not just the stuff of movies.”
“It’s my life. Was my life. But something happened and I decided I didn’t want to be anywhere near home anymore.”
“Fair enough. I haven’t been back home either. I can understand that.”
“It would seem that shooting two people is grounds for a visit. My cousin told his dad, who called me to tell me I should call my dad before he does and that was why I told you who I am. Seems I have no control over the situation.”