MALIA
I stared after him once he was out of the door. My heart was still pounding, and I avoided thinking about the reason why for too long. He did something to me that I couldn’t put into words. Or maybe I didn’t want to.
It would make things more complicated. Make them worse than they already were. With a sigh, I shifted my attention to my books. Focusing on my homework had been an idle idea. It didn’t work, because I remained worked up about my latest encounter with Marcello.
The role I had tried to play was more challenging to uphold than I’d thought. I hated him. Hates everything about being stuck in this house, so close to him. Right? I must hate everything about this place. After what they did to my father. After he had stood by watching the Don hurt him again and again. No mu
