“Your surname. It’s Greek, right?” My brows pull together as I recall Toby asking me the exact same thing earlier. “Uh… I think so, yeah.” My heritage has never really been much of a concern to me when I’ve been too busy trying to figure out the present. “But what’s that got to do with anything? Mafia are Italian, right?” “The famous ones you’ve read about, yeah. The Cirillo Family? We’re Greek.”
