Then, there’s my sick jealousy. I assigned Marco as her bodyguard for two reasons. First, because he’s the most reliable I have and won’t hesitate to get in front of a bullet for her. And second, because he’s fifty-two. Still, every day I find it harder and harder to let her go anywhere with him alone. A few days ago, when I was heading out to meet with Donato, I saw Isabella and Marco leave. I had to make myself get into my damn car and drive off immediately or I would have called Donato and canceled just so I could take her to see Andrea myself.
I have no idea what’s going on with me. When the f**k did I start losing my s**t?
After washing my face, I get into bed, but sleep eludes me. I find myself staring into the darkness, wondering what I’m going to do with the little spymaster in t
