PROBLEM

Lorraine Lebedeva

3 DAYS LATER

"What?!"

"We are leaving tomorrow." My father repeated.

I purse my lips. "But we have-"

"A few more days." He finished my sentence.

I scrunch in my seat and press my head against the window.

"I know you wanted to stay here longer but something came up and right now it's not safe for you to be out in the open." He explained.

"Why?" I asked.

Not sure why I asked because I already knew the answer.

"Do you remember when I told you about the Italians...?"

I nodded.

He sighed. "Well, they are after you."

His brow knitted, confused as to why I didn't react. He probably expected me to be shocked or terrified but my face was blank.

I was not fazed by the mere thought of the Italians coming after me.

Why?

Because I have already crossed paths with them including Raphael, who also touched me in a way I haven't been touched before by any man.

"Oh." I simply said.

"Oh?" he repeated as if it's his first time hearing the word.

"Oh-uh I-I don't know how