A sleek black convoy waited at the front. No words were exchanged.
Celia slid into the car beside Cas. The door shut with a soft, final click that echoed louder in his chest than it should have.
Across from him, Alessandro was already seated.
Silence filled the space—thick and suffocating. The kind that pressed against your lungs until breathing felt like work.
Celia kept his gaze fixed on the window, watching the city roll past in blurs of sunlight and movement. People walking. Cars honking.
It almost irritated him. His mind kept drifting back to the discussion Alessandro and his brother had earlier—about one of their casinos having a problem, and the younger brother needing the older one's assistance.
Silence filled the space, thick and suffocating. The kind that pressed against your lungs until breathing felt like work.
Celia kept his gaze fixed on the window, watching the city roll past in blurs of sunlight and movement. People walking. Cars honking. Life continuing.
