CHAPTER 16
Reaching his place, Salvatore immediately called for extra security and doubled the defenses. After a few phone calls, he left the house that night.
Two days passed with no sign of him or his friends. The image of that violent attack haunted me. The guard said they wanted Salvatore, but killing him was nearly impossible.
I finally finished my dinner, lost in shadowy thoughts. Laura, the maid, kept ignoring me lately. She seemed off, but I scolded myself for focusing on a maid’s troubles when my own life was falling apart. They were all Salvatore’s people—criminals, like him.
As I placed the dishes in the sink, the front door suddenly beeped and clicked open. I walked into the living room—and froze.
Salvatore stood there, pale, with dark circles under his eyes, messy hair, a
