| MARCELO |
I can’t say that I slept much on our trip back to Italy. I thought long and hard about Mya’s proposed idea. If it would have been anyone else, I would have loved the idea. It was a great idea, but not when it involved her.
As we drove towards the hospital to visit Carlos, I kept glancing at her. She looked so fūcking beautiful, as always. We had briefly spoken about her plan, but I wasn’t ready to talk about the details. I sighed again just thinking about it.
“Would you quit sighing?” she muttered.
“Sorry if I offended you,” I replied sarcastically.
“Whatever,” she stated. “Actually, can we take Carlos home if he is doing better?” she asked with wide hopeful eyes.
“He is doing better, and we are taking him to one of the safe houses. That hospital isn’t safe when the e
