Katarina’s POV – At Mountain Safehouse
CHIME CHIME CHIME
I jumped at the sound. Not a gunshot this time—just the old brass bell on the wall echoing through the hall.
"f**k," I muttered, yanking the blanket off. My legs were still sore. My nerves still fried.
That bell meant only one thing.
He was calling me.
I grabbed the stupid robe they left on the bed and slipped it on, muttering every curse I knew under my breath. The hallway was colder than I expected. The floor creaked under every step like the walls themselves were eavesdropping.
“About f*****g time, Come here,” Vittorio said, voice sharp, low, annoyed. Bossy as hell.
I froze halfway across the dark living room, one socked foot on the cold wooden floor.
“What now?” I snapped.
Vittorio’s door stood cracked open. His voice
