I stared at the streets of New York, bursting with fast-paced energy and night lights that made it seem like midday, through out the bulletproof black SUV window.
Luca was driving, with Marco seated beside him. Angelo was asleep in my lap as I was questioning my decision to return to this place—which brought back painful memories of that cursed day.
Was it a good decision? Or was it a mistake that would reopen wounds I’d been trying to forget?
My gaze shifted from the window and locked with Luca’s captivating eyes in the rearview mirror.
A shiver ran down my spine, and butterflies erupted in my stomach. How could he still affect me the way he used to be in the past?
I drafted my gaze away as I sighed, pretending to be bored. I wasn’t going to let my stupid heart fall again. Not this
