◇ MYKAELA ◇ • "Why? Detectives? You ok?" Sent • I stared at my phone screen until the words turned blurry. Darn it. How long did police interrogations usually take in Florence? Was he still in Italy? Was he safe?Standing outside the fitting room in the ladies' wear section, I bit on my lip, waiting for a new message to pop up while my mom tried on some blouses and dresses. I sighed. As my patience thinned, I kept swiping the unimportant notifications away from the screen. The text was sent to Enzo's new number two and a half hours ago. Still no replies. No chats. No emails. Not a single update.Fine. He must be stuck in the precinct. Answering questions. Talking to the detectives in a private room somewhere. Or Enzo could be busy with something else. Was he still upset that it took me almost three days to reach out to him? Probably. Then I stupidly picked a fight with him over the phone. But why did the detectives want to inspect his phone? For what? Was he under arrest? Beca
◆ MAXIMILIANO ◆ It wasn't a lie. That night at the hotel had been eventful, to put it mildly. Despite some awkwardness at first, we forgot everything about precautions. I asked her if she was taking the pill, and when she said yes, I didn't hold back. She didn't complain or anything. Before I left her alone in that hotel room, I tried to impress her again. Our second time was on the loveseat. Still without any protection.Yet she didn't complain. Not once. Adreana even kissed me goodbye and thanked me. Maybe it was just the way she is. Maybe she thanked me for not treating her like a hired escort. Either way, it felt real.Our late-night chats. The flirty messages all week. The unexpected "goodnight" texts she sent before I went to bed. None of it felt forced or acted out. "Sorry. I..." she murmured with a quick sigh, her lush hair poorly covering her nude body. Every inch of her looked flawless it should be a crime. "I didn't intentionally forget to take it." "Right." Of course
◆ LORENZIO ◆"You talk to your brother often? Are you and Leandro close?""No. He phones me once, twice a month. Well, used to." I reclined and stared at the bald detective sitting a few feet away from me.With his legs crossed, he chewed gum and wore a simple coat and black pants. He looked to be pushing 50. He knew I grew up and lived in Florence practically my entire life, but for the past two hours, he only asked me English questions. Perhaps someone from Interpol wanted the recording in English. "Why not? You don't get along?" Detective El Moussa asked with a straight face."Not really."He nodded. "Why?""We don't have the same goals and outlook on plenty of things." And frequently talking to someone who only understood the language of self-interest would drive me absolutely mental."But who was your father's favorite? You or Leandro?" A lopsided grin stretched his pale lips."My sister. The youngest.""Lessandra?"I nodded."But she's living in Australia now with her family."
• Valle Astra, Italy • ◆ MAXIMILIANO ◆ "What kind of questions did they ask?""Nothing important." I scratched my forehead as my mother and I walked past the quiet and dim living room. Before reaching the bottom end of the stairs, Mamma turned around to give me a perplexed gaze. "Did they ask about her staying over?""Yeah. Just some stupid questions about her address and last job." "That's it?" she muttered with furrowed brows."It's fine. I handled it.""They didn't ask about anything else?""No. They're just being paranoid." Although the chances of Adreana being a spy for the DEA or some other government agency remained kinda high, I shouldn't give my mother another reason to worry about me. About us.Eleana Falco had enough problems to deal with on a daily basis, in and out of work. I was one of those problems. "Sorry, Mamma." My mother frowned. It drew fine lines on her small, naturally tan face and pale lips. "What? Why're you apologizing?" "You didn't have to get up," I
◇ MYKAELA ◇ "What? Is there something on my... Why're you smiling like that?" I took off my eyeglasses and frowned at my mother. Covered up by her striped pajamas, she munched on the last slice of papaya, grinning like I had boogers stuck all over my face. "Just imagining you in a white smock. Looking like Adriana Lima in the hallways doing her rounds." I scoffed and turned off my laptop. I'd been skimming a Microbiology e-book and some medical journals for our next assessment. My last functioning brain cells were already complaining, more than eager to call it a night. "I dunno why you keep saying I look like her. I don't." "You do, hon. Except you have green eyes. And she's got blue eyes like Enzo." "Mom, we don't look alike. Get real." Adriana Lima was of course way hotter. Growing up, I was kind of the odd one out in our family. I only looked like Jill, my older sister, that time I tried a blonde hairstyle. But after meeting Ilya in Belgrade, now I understood why I didn't sh
◆ MAXIMILIANO ◆ "You don't have to come with." "What?""To my next appointment." Adreana shifted beside me, her fingers gripping the seat belt pinning her in the passenger seat as I sped out of the parking lot. In two weeks, she had to go back there. In that examination room. Alone. Nervous. Anxious. Scared. "To our next appointment," I corrected, mentally reminding myself of the follow-up consult with the gynecologist. "No. I can manage," Adreana said with more conviction. "You're busy, anyway.""You heard the doctor. She thinks I'm your boyfriend. She prefers we go back together." "Not really. It's not necessary.""We already said yes."Adreana sighed, fidgeting next to me as I sped up along the highway. "Maxim, it's no big deal." No big deal? "Meaning?""I'm alright. I can sort it out from here." Doubting her words, I slowed down towards a busy intersection and feigned a straight face. "What if you get pregnant?" "I won't." She closed her eyes and nearly flinched at my mute
◇ MYKAELA ◇ "Did you sign up for that training?""Yeah. Kinda had to," I replied to my best friend on the other line, the grogginess in her somewhat hoarse voice matching my energy. "Mommy told me I should."Gaia yawned. "Thought so. Is it free?""Of course not." I scoffed. "I just paid for it. After selling half of my organs yesterday."Gaia snickered. "Is your sugar daddy back?" I chuckled. "No. On his way, he said.""You said he's in Florence.""Far as I know.""So he's been hanging out with his best friend since the other day?" "Probably," I muttered. I sure hoped Lorenzio was only hanging out with Rafa. In Florence. And Rome. Or wherever he'd been the past few days. "Last text he sent me said he's talking to two detectives.""Hold on. In a precinct in Florence?" Gaia sounded more dubious than surprised. "What detectives? The cops handling his batshit insane brother's cases?""Maybe." I reclined in my study chair with my hand pressed on my warm forehead. "I dunno. He didn't say.
• Florence, Italy • ◆ MAXIMILIANO ◆ "Grand Luxoria," I mumbled the words to myself as my bodyguards led me inside the spacious, floral-scented lobby. Similar to the canopy design by the front entrance, the golden embossed letters above the front desk flaunted the name of our family's second biggest hotel. The mostly black and gold-accented lobby furniture and decor must be worth at least two hundred grand. Two years ago, our hotel chain was on the verge of declaring bankruptcy. But this one didn't seem to be running with only its skeletal workforce left on the payroll. The reception area looked polished and elegant, matching the marble columns and shiny floor. "Buonasera, Signore." [Good evening, Sir.] The uniformed staff on night shift looked smart and poised, welcoming us with big smiles. "Hi." I faked a smile for them when Alessio gave them a slight nod. "Maxim Falco. Here to see Ms. Sutcliffe." "Ah. Yes. Ms. Sutcliffe is in the Finance Office on the third floor, Signore."