“That’s not what Romano thinks,” I point out. “True,” Frankie says, turning his eyes to me. “But Romano thinks you’re fucking Christian.” “What!?” I breathe, because I! I did not know that! And then I realize that if Romano thinks that…then… “Oh, ew!” “Wait,” Nico murmurs, watching me closely.
I stare at Christian wondering if that’s…well, if that’s a question? Or…an invitation. Because I haven’t let my mind go to the other thing that happened tonight – because it pales, absolutely, in comparison to the death of a man. But now, as I stare at Christian, as I look at him looking up at m
Because what else could I take that to mean? If he was done with her – If he had really decided to…to admit to me that I’m the one he cares about... Wouldn’t he have just let the call go to voicemail, and…I don’t know, do literally anything besides answer it? I sigh, and slump onto my bed. B
The door clicks shut and Christian slowly crosses the room to the empty side of the bed. I watch every move of his silhouette as he slowly lowers himself to the vacant spot, as he uncurls his legs out in front of him, as he sighs and leans back against the pillows waiting there as if they were place
And I wonder, passively, what he means by that. If, perhaps, he’s not talking about Violetta and our current reality at all. If what he’s saying goes far, far further back. Back to a boy, and a girl, sitting on a rooftop in the early summer. And him calling her Daisy. And her staring at him in the
I’m dressed very poshly today as Frankie and I walk into Lupa, perfectly on time for my lunch shift. Nico insisted I look good – not at all try to hide myself away in any clothes that made me look shy or innocent. No, he insisted I dress like I always do – or sexier, if I’m being honest. I didn’t
The bar is busy and tense today, everyone – workers and guests alike – keeping an eye on the door, knowing that the mafia world exploded last night and that shit is going to go down. None of the guests – I can tell – are tourists. Just insiders today, which I suppose makes sense. Until this is all s
Romano begins the interrogation by snapping questions out at me, fast. I stumble through my answers, suddenly grateful that Nico put me through my paces this morning – made me repeat the story so many times that I could do it in my sleep. I realize, suddenly, that he was preparing me for this – and