Sophia POV
“Just three coffees, please,” Sophia smiled softly at the young waitress, who quickly jotted down the order and walked off.
“We need to talk about our next move,” she said, looking at Dante—who was still watching the waitress with far too much interest—and Alessandro, who seemed lost in thought, his gaze fixed on the window.
The suspense from earlier had begun to settle, but now an overwhelming fatigue threatened to drag her down. She couldn’t afford to rest. Not yet. They had pissed off the families, and soon the cops would realize they were on the run. Once that happened, it wouldn’t take long before their faces were plastered all over the news.
Before she could say anything else, Alessandro’s phone buzzed.
“Gina, hey—no, it went terrible.”
Sophia clenched her jaw. Gina.
