Chapter 14: Enzo

As we made it back to the mansion, I couldn’t shake the memory of what had happened earlier. The attack lingered in my mind, the possibility of being killed still haunting me with every recollection. I understood that Vincenzo lived in a world vastly different from the norm; as a mafia, death was always lurking around him like a shadow. Yet, even with that knowledge, I couldn’t seem to acclimate to it. The idea of constantly living under the threat of violence unnerved me, and I wondered if I would ever be able to grow accustomed to it.

I tried to push the thoughts aside as we entered the mansion, but they continued to gnaw at me like a persistent ache.

Vincenzo's presence beside me offered some measure of comfort, his hand a reassuring weight on my shoulder as we walked through. But even his presence couldn't dispel the unease that settled in the pit of my stomach.

I couldn't help but wonder what the future held for us. Would these attacks become a regular occurrence? Would I ever tr