Lost

Sammi’s POV

I walk upstairs in a daze, my legs feeling like they’re moving on their own. Everything feels surreal, like I’m living in some nightmare I can’t wake up from. When I finally reach my bed, I crawl under the covers and curl up into a ball, staring blankly at the ceiling. I’m so damn lost right now. My mind is spinning with everything Grayson just told me. How can my family be involved in the mafia? It sounds too extreme, too impossible. I feel like they’re lying to me, or maybe they’re testing me. It can’t be true, right?

But at the same time, certain things suddenly make sense in a way they never did before. Little details I’ve ignored over the years start to surface. Like how Grayson and my brothers have always had this almost untouchable air around them. They could get away with anything. People never said no to them. And those women—those countless women Grayson has been with—none of them seemed to care when he used them. Was it all because he was part of the mafia? Did