~CAKE~
Last night was a roller coaster.
One minute I was married. The next minute there were gunshots. Somewhere in between, I got choked, watched people die on marble floors, and briefly wondered if I was about to be locked in Nico’s side of the house like a problem that needed hiding.
Instead, around midnight, I got escorted to my room like fragile cargo.
Two men. One walks ahead, one behind, and I don’t miss the way their hands never stray far from their weapons. Nico doesn’t come with us. Of course he doesn’t. He’s done enough damage for one night.
I was half-asleep on my feet by then, adrenaline finally crashing, my body heavy and aching in places I didn’t want to think about.
But the moment the door opened, sleep left me.
There was a small living area before the bedroom proper
