45. I don't want us to end

ERICA

My fingers tingled from where Antonio was holding on to my hand like he was afraid I’d run away. But all I could think about was how to make this mess go away so I could stay with him. Gianna and Ephraim were walking in front of us. We were in a mall with all the branded stores from around the world and like always, and this one was really over the top— the mall was empty except us, and at least a dozen men of Antonio’s were around us, including three of my personal bodyguards that walked just behind us.

It was strange to walk in a place where people were always around but if anyone could make it happen I believe Antonio is the only one. Gianna paused and turned to look at us, “Erica, come on, let’s go see some of the handbags. You don’t even have one.”

I shook my head. “No, it's not necessary. I really don’t need one.” I hadn’t ever carried one, to be honest. I wasn’t carrying-purses kind of woman. And even though, Gianna had been nothing but nice since the breakfast I still