I’m completely still, just staring at Nico, my mind whirling even as I freeze. Because what he’s saying – it’s the worst thing I’ve ever heard. The idea of just leaving? Of never seeing Christian ever again – after I finally found him, after I’d already thought him lost? Of…of not even being a
“If you tell me,” I bargain, drawing my brows together, “I’ll think about it.” He scoffs, but I shake my head. “No, Nico,” I say quietly. “I will seriously think about it, weigh all the options. You have my word. But I’m not going to even consider it if you can’t show me that you won’t even play
All day, I’m off-kilter, emotionally. Frankie notices it immediately in the car when I fail to laugh at his jokes, which usually have me smiling and cackling along with him. But the whole ride I’m a moment behind, silent when I should be laughing, staring off into space when I should be paying atten
He gives me a little push towards the service entrance and the back door, and then turns to Frankie, intending to summon him. But I reach up to touch his hand, still on my shoulder, a little grimace on my lips. “Can I…go alone?” I say, very quiet. “Just to get my head in order.” Andre sighs, gla
When they whip my hood off, I’m panting in my fear. My eyes go wide as I look around at the men standing around me, and I sniff hard against the blood that’s still trickling from my nose – courtesy of being tossed around in a trunk for thirty minutes with my hands cuffed around my back, which means
Blood splatter like that which sprays from my mouth in the next second, as Bruno backhands me across the face. “Who are you!?” he shouts as a cry breaks from me, as tears start to slip down my cheeks. I hang my head, sobbing, shaking it slowly. Knowing that this doesn’t end well. That they know
I tell them what I can in between strikes to my face, my arms, my body – offering the information freely, letting it stumble from my lips. I let them know that Romano does indeed have the information – that if there’s anything in Steven’s notebook about their finances, that Romano’s studying it for
“It’s too much of a coincidence,” Marino murmurs. “The hacker girl you’re looking for ends up in my son’s car the night he dies? And she’s living in Romano’s son’s apartment, a childhood friend? Under his personal bodyguard all day and night? It’s…too much.” “I agree,” Bonetti murmurs. “There’s mo