17
LORENZO
Don Alberto took it better than I thought, saying the time had come for the Dragos to back out of blood currency.
He wanted me to be happy.
Happy?
That’s what this was? Ever since Jessica came into my life, there wasn’t a day that didn’t go by when I didn’t grieve Giorgio, but my heart wasn’t so heavy from doing so that I couldn’t feel it dance.
My phone buzzed, and I looked at the screen.
A kitten emoji with her number beneath it.
“Jessica?” Imagine my f*****g surprise when a male voice, his words as cool and clear as ice water, said, “Not Jessica. This is Officer O’Connor from Briarville PD.”
Roxy’s husband?
My fist shook as fearful images built in my mind.
“Why are you calling from my girlfriend’s phone, Officer?”
“She’s okay. Just unable to talk at this moment.”
