~Antonio
Three Months Later
I ended the call, my lips curling into a satisfied smirk as I tossed my phone onto the coffee table.
"Tomorrow."
The word rolled off my tongue like music.
Three more months. That was all that was left before I could wash my hands clean of this mess. Before I could walk away from this dangerous game, from Giovianni's world, from Vittorio’s grip, and from all the lies and deceit.
I leaned back on the couch, running a hand through my hair, feeling a weight slowly lifting off my shoulders.
Three months. Three more deliveries.
Vittorio had already received three stacks of cocaine from me. Each transaction had been smooth, almost too smooth, but I wasn’t complaining. I was getting closer to the finish line. After that, I'd be free. Free from playi
