The Stress of Working for a Mafia

"When I met the capo and a few guys from this crew had a diner on the edge of town, I figured there at least be an agenda. But all they seemed to want to do was eat lunch and shoot the breeze," he says. "The guy talking about how long I'd been working for them could have been a compliment to my loyalty, but also an indictment of how much I knew." The stress of it really did a number on her too, having some bags packed at all times, just waiting to get a call from me like, 'We gotta get out of here'