BELLA'S POV
The drive felt endless, it was as if I was the driver, I was visibly worn.
We wound through mountain roads for hours. Dawn broke over the peaks, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. We still kept going.
Although the dawn was beautiful and peaceful, I can't help but think of when my life wasn't as complicated. I used to be a free girl before the chaos hit overnight.
My heart aches at the thoughts, but my face was blank, what could I possibly feel that will make me cry. Nothing.
The thought of that scares me, maybe I'm becoming as heartless as my ex-husband.
I kept replaying the footage in my mind. Giuseppe and Marco, my very own men. Walking away while we slept. Betraying us to Dante. Because of what? Money?
How long had they been reporting to him? Weeks? Months
