Adrian
“I need the first flight to Chicago?”
I’m at the airport. After leaving Kat in the restaurant, I swung back to pick up my duffel from the hotel then headed straight here. There’s a hole in my heart the size of a tree trunk, and distance seems the best solution.
Besides, Leon Poval is probably already scouring the city for me. Funny how a week ago that would’ve been the best possible news. But now that I’ve resolved to leaving him untouched, it’s a big problem.
A worse problem will be if he shows up in Chicago. But I’ll deal with that when it happens.
Correction–we’ll deal with that. The bratva will have my back. And I wouldn’t cry too hard if one of them had to take Poval out since I couldn’t in good conscience do it.
“The first flight we have is tomorrow at 8 a.m.”
Damn. I w
