CHAPTER 14
When I woke up, I was feeling a bit better—and we had finally arrived in Italy. As soon as the plane touched down, Salvatore, Victor, and John disappeared outside. Stephen helped me into a sleek black Rolls-Royce Phantom waiting by the plane, flanked by three other vehicles: a yellow Lamborghini Aventador, a red Ferrari F8, and a black R15 bike.
My mouth fell open, stunned by how ridiculously rich these criminals were. Lost in my thoughts, I hadn’t even noticed Salvatore settle silently beside me, still tapping away at his phone. He didn’t spare me a glance, as if I didn’t exist—and strangely, that brought me some relief. Stephen moved to the Lamborghini, leaving me alone with Salvatore.
The bulky driver asked something in Italian, and Salvatore nodded before the car purred t
