Celeste;
The large penthouse sits on the outskirts of town. Where, of course, no one can trace us back. In the long run, I figure it was Romano's plan.
Perhaps to avoid any counterattack from the Rossi's. Which I suspect will come soon. Judging by the merciless way Caruso had ripped Flores's flesh open with bullets.
Fernandez won't seem to take it lightly. His bad blood with the Giordanos has already run thin. It'll soon ice over and crack.
The fake ledger they used to retrieve me being the active catalyst that will triggered the movement.
I stare at the intricately designed high ceiling of the room. I'm lying on my back. I'd like to say it's from lack of being able to sleep. But who am I kidding?
It's the soft breaths and steady heartbeat a few inches from me on the bed. On the same bed.
I won't deny that I was mortified when Romano had leaned into me. Expecting the worst, I'd stilled, reluctant. Definitely not after what happened with his brother.
