[ IRIS'S POV ]
The morning sun felt like an intruder, slicing through my curtains and mocking the lack of sleep I'd managed.
I had spent the night staring at the red light of the security camera, feeling Salvatore's presence as if he were sitting in the armchair in the corner of my room. How can a man control my emotions without even trying? All the quiet life I have been living all my life was gradually slipping away from me.
When I finally went down for breakfast, the house had changed.
The Russos' guards, men I'd known since childhood, had been neglected to the perimeter. Standing at every hallway junction were Moretti soldiers, men in sharp black suits with earpieces and eyes like flint.
They don't look at me, they look through me. That I couldn't help but wonder if th
