It had not been long since sofia ran out of the kitchen in embarrassment. I sat there drinking my coffee and smiling to myself, I liked seeing her this way, so carefree.
Then my phone buzzed on the table.
I glanced at the screen and felt something I wasn't expecting move through my chest.
“Dante. I'm back. I've missed you. Can we talk? — V”
I stared at it for a moment.
Valentina De Luca.
Eight months of silence and one text and just like that she was back in the room whether I had invited her or not.
We had been together for almost two years. And for most of those two years it had been extraordinary in the specific way that things are extraordinary when they are also slightly dangerous. She was the only daughter of one of Sicily's most powerful families, a total daddy's girl who had
