"Do you really want to know?" I asked quietly. He didn't hesitate. He reached across and took my hand, his grip was warm and steady. "Yes. Tell me everything." "I had a fight with Michelle."I said after a moment of silence, looking down at our hands on the table and then back up at him. "A real one," I said. "The kind you don't come back from." Giovanni didn't interrupt, only tightening his hold. "She said things," I continued, my voice thinner now. "And I said worse. But the truth is...I don't know who to trust anymore. And I hate that it's making me paranoid."He tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing. "Did she hurt you?" "Not physically," I murmured. "But she made me realize where I stood in her life. And it was a terrible place, makes me wonder what all those years were for." He moved around the table and settled on the chair beside me. Without saying a word, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. "I'm sorry," he murmured against my hair. "Was it her? W
I didn't know how long I'd been walking. The sky was darker now, and my legs began to ache but I kept moving. I couldn't place a name on the street I was in, it was definitely farther from my house and Michelle's. But I had a feeling it was deep downtown, and it was unsettling. You didn't come here unharmed. You never came alone either, especially if it is not your turf. Kids zipped past me on skateboards, laughing and talking. A group of men sat on a porch nearby, beer bottles clinking as they hollered at something. My nose wrinkled at the faint smell of cigarettes lingering in the air. I walked past an alleyway where a couple was locked in a feverish kiss, too lost in each other to notice me. Shit. I pulled my jacket tighter around my body, lowering my head and walking faster until I was in the open street. I sighed at the sight of neon lights in front of stores, and a school bus gently rolling to a stop at the intersection. My eyes caught a tiny ice cream shop, glowing und
I hadn't said a word since I left Enzo. My mind was spinning and my chest felt hollow. A part of me was scared to even admit that I was afraid. Afraid that telling Giovanni the truth would destroy the fragile peace they'd built. That he would never look at me the same. That he might walk away. And that's why I came here. For answers. The cab slowed to a stop, its tires crunching lightly on gravel. I blinked out of my thoughts and looked up at the familiar house. I reached for the door handle, her fingers briefly trembling before I masked it with a deep breath. "Thank you," I murmured to the driver. The cab pulled away, leaving me with my thoughts once more. I took one step toward the porch, trying to steady my heartbeat. Before I could even knock, the door swung open. Michelle's face appeared. I blinked, caught off guard by the timing. "Hey," she said, unsure. Michelle widened the door without a word, and I stepped inside. It smelled the same, vanilla candles and old perfu
I barged into Enzo's office, my breathing ragged and my eyes wild. The sound of my footsteps against the tiles board startled the men inside. Enzo looked up mid conversation, his eyebrows lifting in surprise. "Mr. Carlos." He said after a brief pause, his trademark smile crawling on his face. "Let's continue this tomorrow."The man sitting across from him nodded and rose slowly. He walked towards the door, throwing me a dubious look which I tactfully ignored. I forced myself to paste on a brittle smile as he passed me. The moment the door shut behind him, I stepped forward like a storm unleashed. "It's a woman," I blurted, my voice rising with panic. "The blackmailer. It's a woman." Enzo blinked at me, unimpressed. "You can't just barge in here like this. There's a thing called etiquette, you know.""Enzo!" I snapped, flinging my arms out. "This isn't about etiquette! It's a woman. Do you know what that means?"He cocked a brow, folding his arms against his chest. "No, educate m
The water ran down my scalp in a soothing manner, and I tipped my head back, running my fingers through my soapy hair. The scent of the lavender shampoo was thick as the steam from the warm water enveloped me. I heard a sound from the bedroom and froze. That sounded like the door. The noise echoed again and my eyes shot open. I turned off the tap, water was still running down my back as I called out. "Giovanni?" There was no response. My breath hitched. I stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel and quickly dried my hair. I plucked a robe from the hanger and wrapped it around me, tying it tightly before slipping into my slippers and walking out. I stepped into my room and dread ran down my spine at the sight of the intruder. They were covered from head to toe in a black raincoat, the hood was pulled low so I couldn't make out a face. My eyes narrowed at the envelope in between their fingers. I recognized the crimson writing on the envelope, it was just like the last one.
GIOVANNI'S POV The bar was dim, and thick with smoke. The hum of the heavy bass music was literally vibrating through the cracked walls. I pushed the door open first, my coat catching the faint red glow of the neon sign above. Enzo trailed behind, scanning the crowd with a half-interested glance."This place is a shithole," Enzo muttered, wrinkling his nose. "You're sure he's going to be here?""He'll be here," I replied, my voice calm. "He's always here. Same day. Same drink. Same time."We moved deeper into the room, the music growing louder. Half naked women swayed under the lazy disco lights, but my eyes were fixed on the back of the room. I spotted him, slouched in the far booth, his fingers wrapped around a glass of brandy. "There," I said, jerking his chin. Enzo squinted. "Ew. Who the hell drinks brandy this early?"Giovanni chuckled, already walking toward the booth. The man didn't flinch as we approached, he simply sipped his brandy and kepts his eyes on the dancers