I Sold Out a Mafia Boss

rdo'

pping inside. I motion for him to sit across from me at the small table bolted t

he walls are closing in. Tell me, José

rdo, listen to me carefully. The only way out of this mess

pin this on my fucking father-in-law

ember? This entire kidnapping and trafficking operation belongs to your father- in- law, Mr. Inzaghi. He's the one who pulled you in

y. I'm not letting him take the fal

w about the safe house. They'll find the girls any moment now. Angelo's already fled, which leaves you hol

r my chin, thinking.

that they saw Mr. Inzaghi and his men entering and leaving the safe ho

ut the senator's daughter? Wh

ed. The senator's daughter was blindfolded t

, but one that's starting to sound reasonable.

xplains. "They'll jump at the chance for a pay

nd how many girls are y

," José says wit

te you a check for three hundred and forty gra

mile on his lips. "Smart

ld I tell the

t you're an innocent man being framed by the so-called golde

lden cop... what

o leave. Before he walks out, I fix him

dently. "Have I eve

om as the door click shut behind him. His golden bad

rdo," Charles says

ugh, considering I'm being held here for a crime I

you're walking a

me, Charles, what's your endgame here? Fame? A promotion? You bring me in here with no evidence

of monster you are? Thirty-five missing girls, Ricardo, including

, no security footage, no witnesses tying me to anything illegal. Just w

t I don't flinch. I see the frustrati

But your time is up. We've got a grand jur

uptly, headin

ou'll regret this. The truth always comes out. And when it

, and I exhale slowly. José be

d Jury

tailored suit. To them, I look like a defeated man-brought here in cuffs just days ag

ything is under control. I adjust my cufflinks and take my seat at the defendant's ta

h his eyes boring into mine. He looks like a man o

a menace to society. They begin by describing the safehouse, the evidence th

witness

the stand. And each of them

e one giving orders. Mr. Borrelli was never mentioned. Looking at the situat

he prosecutor, but there is nothing they can do. An

"I don't think Mr. Borrelli can do anything illegal.

the narrative José crafts, a

rying to poke holes in their stories, but they stand firm. Their

is called, and I hold m

gins, "can you identify who was

olded the whole time," she said softly. "But I heard voices..

on the table, and the j

then my lawyer rises. He spe

lection of unproven accusations, fueled by the overzealous ambition

Borrelli, to these wicked crimes. Meanwhile, we've heard multiple witnesses implicate someone else entirely-Mr. Inzaghi. I

I lean back in my chair, smirking

gui

ms out of the courtroom with fury. I stood, shaking ha

flash as reporters shout questio

" I say. "Justice prevails. To those who doubte

de, José says from the passeng

are out the window, watchin

ryone why you don't mess with Ricardo Borrelli. We